This is a book I'm writing for my wife. It's about a guy I made up doing things I made up for him to do. Some of his friends do things I make up for them to do, too. I made up some things that Kurt Vonnegut did for me a few years ago. I don't talk much about that, though, and it doesn't have anything to do with the book, unless you look at it in a certain way. "If you're going to read just one book this year, make it this one." -Bufford Johnson, recently unemployed
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
21
Chapter 21
*Notice the couplet with which I intentionally ended chapter 20. That is to encourage you that you are truly reading a quality piece of literature, as Shakespeare used to end major speeches and scenes in his plays the same way. The couplet gives a sense of importance, finality, and pause to the work. Audience members of the time, called 'groundlings', expected such elaborate techniques and would, at that point, fish deep into their pockets for coppers and shuffle to the nearby ale house during the forthcoming intermission. But there is not real intermission here. Our heroes run right into another piece of trouble...just being honest. There is, however, time for you to grab a national brand of apple cider or something. Go ahead. Feel free.
No, really. I'll wait.
contrived intermission, allowable only because time has stopped...yet again.
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