Everything Is Lawful

I’m not getting to it all, and it’s getting frustrating. There is so much to read and even more to be read, and the information keeps coming. Maybe that’s why we need to live longer, more time to read everything. Of course, the trajectory of time increases the amount to be read. It never ends. A second volume of Beckett’s letters are out, read as he revisits his own plays. Is the literary research market more efficient than that of reality TV? Talk about glut. Check it out of the library, just be careful which one. D.B. Cooper was ahead of the times: he was self-publishing before it was cyberly possible. Finally, ponder America’s fascination with Neitzsche.