Sat Jul 16
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“ And past all this, reddened by a round slow September sun, are mountains, jagged, their tops’ sharp angles darkening into definition against a deep red tired light. Against the red their sharp connected tops form a spiked line, an EKG of the dying day. ”
David Foster Wallace, Forever Overhead
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“ 22. At my memorial service, I would like my clergyman to begin his eulogy with the words “I suppose, in a way, we all killed him.” ”
Request #22 from the living will of Paul Rudnick