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title: Silence
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date: '2002-07-10T09:33:46-04:00'
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permalink: /silence/
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- novels
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Well, I managed to conclude the conclusion in a temporarily satisfactory way, despite the deafening roar of absolute silence on your end. Okay, point taken. I’ll do my own work. Sigh.
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Having done so, and not being quite ready to begin the introduction last night, I instead took some time to poke around this web thing a bit, and stumbled upon a reader review of David Foster Wallace’s [Up, Simba!](http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005B5EO/qid=1026310317/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-8063349-6775963) that just tickled me to no end. Go read it. It’s the first review.
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Oh, heck, I’ll even give you the part that tickled me:
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> He teaches at Disneyland, is what I last heard, which may be why I likened his genius to the size of one of those parks.
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I’ve decided that it is in the vital interest of the academy’s future to take over the spaces of defunct amusement parks. Classes could be tailored to their environs: poststructuralist theory to be taught on the rollercoaster; the first half of the American lit survey on the log ride; senior seminars in the spinning teacups. And, of course, all creative writing classes will be held in the funhouse.
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