2002-09-06 - 6:58 AM

I imagine a red-faced man yelling, "I am going to teach you a lesson," and then hurling a large book at them. Anything that hits you in the face, I'd say, anything that draws your eyes and stays safe within the confines of your neural processes is worth looking into, which is my justification for reading this book. It wasn't exactly hurled at me by a giant, red-faced man, however.

I was disappointed, once, and rather than show it in any external manner, I wrote a half of a page about a dead sea anemoe's process of decomposition on the ocean floor. Today, I feel as if I am living that.