Saturday, November 25, 2006

I had for years laboured under the misapprehension that I was growing old far beyond my years. A recent confluence of events - a new job and an old friend - has helped me to realize that the quiet voice of my subconscious is not an old man, not embittered and cynical, but merely the gestalt voice of hundreds of authors, trapped and blended in my mind into one.


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