Books Vs Words

Jonathan Franzen has weighed in on the rise of e-readers. He doesn’t like them (predictably) and he fears the loss of permanence in our lives. (You can read the story here). Franzen seems to get himself in trouble every time he opens his mouth, or at least to annoy people and I think it has […]

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T 5296

The sunset hit a perfect purple. They noticed it at the same time, and then a breeze tickled her skin, and she returned to the task at hand.

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T 5295

He returns to the table. Sorry, he says, fixing his hair. He attacks his Eggs Benedict. A new waiter calls him Dude. The punches begin anew.

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T 5294

He came bearing gifts. He said, This one represents my love for you. She took it and said, I thought you told me your love was in your pants.

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T 5293

He was a defense analyst and had an accent she couldn’t place but when he talked of missiles her world closed in and she had dirty thoughts.

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T 5292

He said, Close your eyes, and she did and he gave her a pair of airplane tickets and she asked Why? Because you have sex with me, he replied.

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T 5291

It was last call. He said, I’m a vampire. And his date stood up and said, Sure. And walked out. Just not a very good one, he said to himself.

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T 5290

We discussed the possibility of murder, of committing it, and my friend stood and said, You’re sick, and later that night I was. I hate gin.

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T 5289

In him she saw eternity, her life as it could be lived. And he burped then, and asked for a beer, and she understood the elasticity of truth.

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T 5288

The meeting turns on a word. The CFO says, We need more profit. His underling says, I’d profit from a burger. The loner says, I’m a prophet.

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