Friday, July 01, 2005
Yes, indeed, my comment on Fitzgeralds is a Fitzgerald
I have found - after having written quite a few Fitzgeralds - that I am now naturally coming in at or near 55, without even thinking about it. I seem to have just gained a natural “Feel for Fifty Five.” I usually need just a small adjustment or none at all. I’ve been very interested by this.
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And, of course, the meaning of life, as we know it, is 42. At least that is how many roads a man must walk down before you can call him a man. I have no idea how many roads a woman must walk down, Dylan didn't say.
I knew a man, his brain was so small, He couldn't think of nothing at all. He's not the same as you and me. He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that when you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas, whoever he was. The man ain't got no culture.
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