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Monday, December 02, 2002

From our reading:

"Sometimes you wish to escape to another part of the book.

"You stop reading and riffle the pages, catching sight of the story as it races ahead, not above the world but through it, through forests and complications, the chaos of intentions and cities.

"As you near the last few pages you are hurtling through the book at increasing speed, until all is a blur of restlessness, and then suddenly your thumb loses its grip and you sail out of the story and back into yourself. The book is once again a fragile vessel of cloth and paper. You have gone everywhere and nowhere."

— Thomas Wharton, Salamander, pp. 221 in the Washington Square Press edition.

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