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I’m with Karen Beth Martin – her goals are wonderful and many unique. And they are goals for her SELF, goals that nurture her being. Absolutely delightful.

He doesn’t give up.

Is to find out why her alter-ego is Edith Prickly. And perhaps there’s a resonance there, ‘cause mine used to be Groucho Marx.

No, I don’t look like Groucho, but I do think like him at inopportune moments.

He isn’t afraid to say the unpopular in an attempt to change the minds of others.

“This information is top security. When you have read it, destroy yourself.”

“I may be wrong, but I’m never in doubt.”

“Men on frontiers, whether of time or space, abandon their previous identities. Neighborhood gives identity. Frontiers snatch it away.”

“You mean my whole fallacy’s wrong?”

You simply MUST love a man who says stuff like this without smirking.

He taught me to question authority. I wish he’d teach it to religious fanatics, political party members, consumers, and so on.

He always suprises me. You could argue I’ve a poor memory – and lose – but each time I hear something by Beethoven, I get these amazing skin buzz, and the feeling that my brain has jumped into a higher orbital. He reaches through my frontal lobe, grabs my limbic system and shakes it.

I’d like to ask him what it’s like to be an immortal because of genius. I think, for once, I’d get an honest answer.

I’d like to hear whether or not I can understand her. Her accent, that is. Once we have the syntax under control, we can proceed to the semantics. And the tea and haggis.

Anyone who puts me in the same category as Bill Clinton, Steven Sondheim and Kevin Bacon – hey, I GOTTA meet!

Tell you what; I’ll read some Anita Shreve if you read some Milan Kundera. Try Immortality or Slowness. What should I read by her?