While searching for something else, I found this poem by Clive James: The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered. It is a wonderful read, and sounds even better read by Garrison Keillor.
This poem delights writers and reminds everyone else that writers are not necessarily the nice people you assume we are.
'Tis the season - So, anyone care to guess, sans google, what I've been listening to lately? Here are three clues, each being a direct quote: *matches, and candles, and buns...
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