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I Mean, When You're Tired Of Book Reviews, You're Tired Of Life.

A Big Silvery Janitor. Penny, This Can’t Be How The Universe Works.” “in The Order We Call It ‘inverse Profundity.’ We’ve Observed It In Any Number Of Cases. The Deeper You Go Into The Cosmic Mysteries, The Less Interesting Everything Gets.

I'm Now Much More Excited About Genre Distinctions. What I Still See Breaking Down Are More The Hierarchical Arrangements Of Genres. That Is, "there Is Literary Fiction, And Then There Are Lesser Genres." I'm Much More Clear On The Idea That Literary Fiction Is Itself A Genre. It Is Not Above Other Genres. It Is Down There In The Muck With All The Other Genres, And It's Doing The Wonderful Things That It Does, But To Give It A Y-axis, To Make It High And Low, Just Seems Absurd. I Stand By That.

We're Wired To Expect The World To Be Brighter And More Meaningful And More Obviously Interesting Than It Actually Is. And When We Realize That It Isn't, We Start Looking Around For The Real World.

The Life I Should Be Living Had Been Mislaid Through Some Clerical Error By The Cosmic Bureaucracy.