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Nick -<br>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Examining my own experience, I can only say
that you are correct that there is direct pleasure in
developing an argument, as “tactile” as the pleasure of
forming Silly Putty into smooth balls or blowing bubbles with
bubblegum.</p>
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You do know which is which I hope? I don't know WHY they developed
Silly Putty to have such a similar color, I can still taste the
stuff... and it isn't nearly as benign as chalk, crayons, lincoln
logs, or horsehoof glue.<br>
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<p class="MsoNormal"> But that pleasure is eliminated
IMMEDIATELY and completely, if I imagine that nobody will ever
read and understand what I wrote. That’s a paradox, and one I
don’t entirely understand. </p>
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<p>Thus my blathering here when I could (should?) just as well be
directing all (most) of this into my journal, my blog, my memoirs,
or my Great Post-Murrican Novel. <br>
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<p>- Steve<br>
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