Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Stupid Literature Games

A few pithy quotes from a favored author I've been re-reading a lot of lately. Won't say who but I'll give you a few hints as to the book. Yes, it's a lame post, but my brain is tired and I really, really need to go fishing...

1. Abstract Expressionism.

2. Sateen Dura-luxe.

3. ARGHHH!

"If anyone has discovered what life is all about," Father might say, "it is too late. I am no longer interested."

"Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?"

"And what is literature, Rabo," he said, "but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to anything in the universe but a few molecules who have the disease called 'thought.'"

Winner gets a temporary (alas, always temporary) sense of smugness...

*** If you're wondering, no, it doesn't have anything to do with hunting, fishing or dogs...

*** Out of curiosity, I just Googled a couple of my clues and immediately came up with the answer. You know, sometimes the Information Age is just a damned joy killer. Isn't there any useless and/or obscure information out there any more that you actually have to work for? Whatever happened to the thrill of discovery? Kids these days are doomed to a life of unearned instant gratification...

3 comments:

  1. "Isn't there any useless and/or obscure information out there any more that you actually have to work for?"


    Ed Abbey's grave site.

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  2. "Isn't there any useless and/or obscure information out there any more that you actually have to work for?"

    The location of thong trees.

    And the author is Kilgore Trout.

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  3. Ok, damn it, I Googled Ed Abbey's grave and thong trees. You're both right. Well played...

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