From George Saunders’s piece in this week’s New Yorker: I’m finding it hard to concentrate, as my eyes are killing me, due to I have not blinked since I started writing this. And, me being Regular, it takes a long time for me to write something this long.
Where was I? Ah, yes: I hate Élites. Which is why, whenever I am having brain surgery, or eye surgery, which is sometimes necessary due to all my non-blinking, I always hire some random Regular guy, with shaking hands if possible, who is also a drunk, scared of the sight of blood, and harbors a secret dislike for me.
haaaaaaaaaa. thanks for the tip to daring fireball. love.
ReplyDeleteI was so scared when I saw the title of your post, but phew. Well "secret dislike" of her, but finding someone with a visable dislike of her shouldn't be too hard these days.
ReplyDeleteI loved this piece. George Saunders is my hero.
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