corridors unto his perfection

staggering under heavy weightless hindrance
chugging through trainyards
bucketloads
cramped social quarters
trampled dime times

pack the kids into the station wagon we'regone and when'll it be wheel westward on?

But the excerpt shows clearly a charming quality of youth: to begin with optimism; and once the inadequacy of optimism is borne in on him by an inevitably hostile world, to retreat into abstractions.

-- Thomas Pynchon, V.

You are young, my son, and, as the years go by, time will change and even reverse many of your present opinions. Refrain therefore awhile from setting yourself up as a judge of the highest matters.

-- Plato

look'y here, hear; somewhat delighted and somewhat de-lighted; drop out and drop off

Hey man. You shoulda told me you had a blog. Anyways, just sayin' hi and all that junk. We should go drinking again sometime soon.

-- Jim (February 17, 2005 3:04 AM)