I am bombarded by the sound bites of Wisdom. People forever email me the Dalai Lama’s rules for living; I get a daily quote of the day by email, another from the bridge column I read (the Bridge Column!!). Wise words surround me. They don’t register, of course. They make no difference, but I feel better for having read them and having sagely judged them as either amusing or wise and worth reading.
I think this as I discover one from a most unlikely source. My favorite author is Donald Westlake, master of the comic novel, master of the caper, master of capturing voice in print. I was re-reading Kahawa, an extraordinary novel of Uganda under Idi Amin, and I read this:
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I am bombarded by the sound bites of Wisdom. People forever email me the Dalai Lama’s rules for living; I get a daily quote of the day by email, another from the bridge column I read (the Bridge Column!!). Wise words surround me. They don’t register, of course. They make no difference, but I feel better for having read them and having sagely judged them as either amusing or wise and worth reading.
I think this as I discover one from a most unlikely source. My favorite author is Donald Westlake, master of the comic novel, master of the caper, master of capturing voice in print. I was re-reading Kahawa, an extraordinary novel of Uganda under Idi Amin, and I read this:
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I am bombarded by the sound bites of Wisdom. People forever email me the Dalai Lama’s rules for living; I get a daily quote of the day by email, another from the bridge column I read (the Bridge Column!!). Wise words surround me. They don’t register, of course. They make no difference, but I feel better for having read them and having sagely judged them as either amusing or wise and worth reading.
I think this as I discover one from a most unlikely source. My favorite author is Donald Westlake, master of the comic novel, master of the caper, master of capturing voice in print. I was re-reading Kahawa, an extraordinary novel of Uganda under Idi Amin, and I read this:
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I am bombarded by the sound bites of Wisdom. People forever email me the Dalai Lama’s rules for living; I get a daily quote of the day by email, another from the bridge column I read (the Bridge Column!!). Wise words surround me. They don’t register, of course. They make no difference, but I feel better for having read them and having sagely judged them as either amusing or wise and worth reading.
I think this as I discover one from a most unlikely source. My favorite author is Donald Westlake, master of the comic novel, master of the caper, master of capturing voice in print. I was re-reading Kahawa, an extraordinary novel of Uganda under Idi Amin, and I read this:
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I am bombarded by the sound bites of Wisdom. People forever email me the Dalai Lama’s rules for living; I get a daily quote of the day by email, another from the bridge column I read (the Bridge Column!!). Wise words surround me. They don’t register, of course. They make no difference, but I feel better for having read them and having sagely judged them as either amusing or wise and worth reading.
I think this as I discover one from a most unlikely source. My favorite author is Donald Westlake, master of the comic novel, master of the caper, master of capturing voice in print. I was re-reading Kahawa, an extraordinary novel of Uganda under Idi Amin, and I read this:
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