god'swife17 Jun 2003

Funny, yesterday I was in Dutton's in Brentwood, and I too was so overwhelmed. Four giant rooms reeking of paper and binding. You know the kind, stacks on the floor, wooden ladders for reaching up up up into the nethersphere. Classical music. Anyway, I swooned when I walked in. I had to sit on a pile of encyclopedias with my head between my legs. My friend Scott fanned me with the newest copy of The New Yorker. Poets! We give so much power to the words. Jesus it's like an axe coming down. The last line is genius, all those esoteric implications. Bravo.