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May 31, 2007

I'm going on and on.  Full moon fever.  I intend to stop soon, right after this sentence, which might go on for quite a ways but even if it does we know that there is an endpoint, that it is finite, and not infinite, you know as do I that very few people are able to carry on and on for pages and pages with one sentence, that there was only one Faulkner, and he's dead now, and for me to try to carry on as he did just because he was able to do so is a foolishness on