I've deleted some posts from yesterday and before, so if you've come here looking for some pointless rhetorical violence you'll be disappointed. Yet I feel the urge to do more of same. I am prone to these attacks of spleen, you see. That would be a good title, Kansas Spleen. That's a book I'll write tonight if I hold up.

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I re-read What last night. It holds up well. I'm halfway through Tjanting. I ordered a Frank Lima book with intro by David Shapiro, which should be arriving in a few days.