Re: Until I hear it from you.
 

I go even heavier on the gin. You really don't need much lime juice at all.

And ditto on Rose's. Sometimes, we do what we have to.

Re: Towards A Virtual Williamsburg!
 

Yes. And the only thing steak needs is to be tossed on the grill. But sometimes, you can and should do more.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

I can't read Faulkner. It's no sin.

Re: Until I hear it from you.
 

Do you think I would turn down more gin?

I wouldn't, so we're clear.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

his brother John wrote a novel called "Dollar Cotton" that is much more readable.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

I enjoy both Joyce and Faulkner, but I know Joyce is a deeply acquired taste often limited to the hard-core and self-proclaimed literary nerds of the world.

But Faulkner can be just go fucking hauntingly beautiful and moving even if he takes a little extra. If you're ever willing to try him again, give "Knights Gambit", his shorter mystery stories featuring a southern lawyer and his kin and nieghbors. Or try one of the audiobooks of his bigger works, so you don't have to parse through the twisted punctuation and grammar and accents that he uses to write.

It's no sin. But it makes Greedy sad.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

No.

In Form Five (which you all call 11th grade), I threw Absalom, Absalom at my english teacher and told him I'd read 23 pages without a mark of punctuation, and that I was never going to read another word written by Faulkner. I have kept true to my word.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

Pouring out liquor is like burning books.

If you are still reading, you have no longer kept true to your word.

Just like Bogie and Bacall, starring in our own late late show.
 

Your literary milkshake must truly bring all the girls to the yard, amigo.

At the square-state, land-grant, football-factory, Greek-dominated Institute of Higher Learning where I matriculated as a surly and scruffy wannabe Marxian undergraduate with a "Fuck Art: Let's Dance" t-shirt and a secret love of overly-entitled WASP-y blonde Tri-Delts in Dolfin running shorts, my Modern American Literature professor (picture Donald Sutherland's character from Animal House, only without the sharing of dope with students) was firmly on the Hemingway side of the Bill and Ernie dichotomy.

I did rent and enjoy, thanks to that class, To Have and Have Not (the movie), which the prof called Faulkner's best work. You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve?

And when you say she's looking good, she acts as though it's understood.
 

Dear Daphne,

I love it (in a mostly platonic way) when you pull out the posh on Fred like that.

Yours truly,

Shaggy

Re: Just like Bogie and Bacall, starring in our own late late show.
 

You saw the movie? George, Fred's gay.

Re: Just like Bogie and Bacall, starring in our own late late show.
 

Hah - no such Costanzaian faux pas for me. (AoN, I can't think of a worse book to try to do that on than To Have and Have Not.) No, I read the book in high school and recycled the paper -- a kind of a pain in the ass thing to do back in the Days of the Selectric. Got a better grade on it, too, IIRC.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

In the upper forms I lived in Clinton Knight.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

Not sure I ever knew you were a foreigner.

Re: And if you touch the distant beaches
 

She isn't. Just riche.