one J. A. Ivers says:
“i’m having a very surreal experience just thinking of you being finished . . . i can only hope you’re sitting in a kiddie pool in the middle of your apartment drinking cocktails from some kind of oversized vessel . . . or at least, as i was, writing a faulkner paper on nothing but coffee, lots of coffee, so that when you finally finish it all you have to do is have one beer and dance to a rolling stones song in order to be intoxicated in every sense of the word.”
beautifully said, Mr. Ivers.
thanks!
(only just saw this . . . it remains true now, however, lo these two months later . . . )