Prepared my dog's
dinner last even-
ing, mixed a cock-
tail, went to my
desk, clicked the
wi/fi, tapped my
telephone, and
saw a letter from
the wife of my old-
est friend, saying
he is dead. I've
awakened to the
how rude phase of
shock, and insofar
as we dwell in i-
rony, that's what
to register here.
This is a page a-
bout playing fair.
And the first of
these injunctions
is, to play.
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