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Second fragment of Wallace's third novel, published in The New Yorker.

These are still hard to read.

A small portion of DFW's unfinished novel.

"Not long ago, Paul Begala, the political strategist, was speaking at a fund-raiser for a gay-rights group and said, 'When I told my father, back in Texas, that I was speaking to an L.G.B.T. group, he said that sounded like a sandwich.' From the audience, Frank called out, 'Sometimes it is!'"

"I asked her why she hadn’t warned me about the wasps. 'I’m not that kind of angel,' she said." In anticipation of Chris Adrian's appearance at the Housing Works Bookstore Café on Nov. 3rd.

"What am I? A farmer?" I sort of can't help, despite the deep emotional troubles evinced by the eldest Baldwin, imagining everything he says in this article in 30 Rock mode, which is just sort of by it's nature, hilarious.

Interesting, sort of light read on the current crisis facing pollination-based agribusiness - and everything else that needs pollination, in one way or another, to survive in the U.S.