Perhaps That's What We're All

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another, From One Action To Another, From One Level Of A Text To Another. The Text Unveils Itself Before Us, But Never Allows Itself To Be Possessed; And Instead Of Trying To Possess It We Should Take Pleasure In Its Teasing

Walt Whitman, He Who Laid End To End Words Never Seen In Each Other's Company Before Outside Of A Dictionary.

That's The Attraction Of The Conference Circuit: It's A Way Of Converting Work Into Play, Combining Professionalism With Tourism, And All At Someone Else's Expense. Write A Paper And See The World! I'm Jane Austen - Fly Me!

Morris Read Through The Letter. Was It A Shade Too Fulsome? No, That Was Another Law Of Academic Life: It Is Impossible To Be Excessive In Flattery Of One's Peers.

I'm A Bit Of A Deconstructionist Myself. It's Kind Of Exciting - The Last Intellectual Thrill Left. Like Sawing Through The Branch You're Sitting On.