I got an interesting letter the other day. Apparently, an old acquaintance believes that I bargained away my soul in a Faustian deal with the devil. This fellow is of the mind that I have my nose so far implanted up the "right" people's buttocks that I have relinquished said soul.
Here is a bit of one of his letters advising me of my sell out :
Ethnicity may not be (criteria for picking one's friends), but closeness to the center of this Faulknerian
hamlet's small (very "small", in many ways) soi-disant oligarchy certainly is.
It is sad to see you departing from your valuable (and truthful to yourself) role as a sardonic local commentator and outsider, and cozying up to the very group of the local
(very local) "movers and shakers" who
you verbally flayed for so many years.
Read Van Wyck Brooks' "The Ordeal of
Mark Twain" (1920). Clemens left the meritocracy and cozied up to the Singer Sewing Machine fortune, only
to find that he had abandoned himself.
hamlet's small (very "small", in many ways) soi-disant oligarchy certainly is.
It is sad to see you departing from your valuable (and truthful to yourself) role as a sardonic local commentator and outsider, and cozying up to the very group of the local
(very local) "movers and shakers" who
you verbally flayed for so many years.
Read Van Wyck Brooks' "The Ordeal of
Mark Twain" (1920). Clemens left the meritocracy and cozied up to the Singer Sewing Machine fortune, only
to find that he had abandoned himself.
Aren't we fortunate to have such friends who will pick us up when we stumble and walk away from god's intended plan? Friends you can trust to keep private conversations candid and not embellish or concoct bullscheit out of thin air... Friends who know the value of moderation in all things, including demon rum.
Thanks for the tip, Judge. And if any of you see my haggard soul in your travels, will you please send it home?
6 comments:
Whoever this guy is, i have no clue as to what he's talking about; you "cozy up" to no one; had to look up "soidisant" in my Webster's, so at least i learned a new word.
Write a blog,Go to Jail......
I agree with Grumpy. Faulkner wrote about common folk and used plain speech in his novels. $34 dollar words score high SAT's and impress Young Republicans in singles bars.
Buckleyism mumbo jumbo. Robt. you're the same SOB you've always been.
What do you get when you cross a hooker and a Harvard graduate?
A fuckin know-it-all!
Warms the cockles of my heart to see how fast those who have known me the longest rise up to tell the world what a mumzer I've always been. Touched.
Whats the use of throwing brickbats at distant targets only? Get up close to everybody and gore their ox as well. If we don't want to demonize those with different views then why should it be surprising to have them as friends? Never saw you as somebody who only hung out with any one type.
Ok - I can only guess who got their comment deleted but will look around for your soul. It probably ran off with mine due to my Stockholm Syndrome. :0
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