Showing posts with label A day that was rife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A day that was rife. Show all posts
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3/25/24
Adnan
Decades ago a former boyfriend was lamenting about his Lit thesis and not having a subject.
I suggested he write about the cross pollination of T.S. Eliot and Carl Jung since both referenced The Other.
I suggested he write it in the style of Pale Fire.
I thought this was hilarious - it was - but he had never read Eliot, Jung, or Nabokov.
I suggested he write about the cross pollination of T.S. Eliot and Carl Jung since both referenced The Other.
I suggested he write it in the style of Pale Fire.
I thought this was hilarious - it was - but he had never read Eliot, Jung, or Nabokov.
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