Hell hath no fury like a coolly received postmodernist. - David Foster Wallace

"To make someone an icon is to make him an abstraction, and abstractions are incapable of vital communication with living people.10

10 One has only to spend a term trying to teach college literature to realize that the quickest way to kill an author's vitality for potential readers is to present that author ahead of his time as "great" or "classic." Because then the author becomes for the students like medicine or vegetables, something the authorities have declared "good for them" that they "ought to like," at which point the students' nictitating membranes come down, and everyone just goes through the requisite motions of criticism and paper-writing without feeling one real or relevant thing. It's like removing all oxygen from the room before trying to start a fire."

What he'd do, he'd never go out to the length of the chain. He'd never even get out to where the chain got tight. Even if the mailman pulled up, or a salesman. Out of dignity, this dog pretended like he chose this one area to stay in that just happened to be inside the length of the chain. Nothing outside of that area right there interested him. He just had zero interest. So he never noticed the chain. He didn't hate it. The chain. He just up and made it not relevant. maybe he wasn't pretending — maybe he really up and chose that little circle for his own world. He had a power to him. All of his life on that chain.

Betraying her class and origin with the heartbreaking openness Joelle's always viewed as either terribly stupid or terribly brave