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Jan 1943
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Lunsford's betrayal has not been forgotten.
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Far from it.
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Potential for failure was how he got tapped in the first
place.
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Still, Slake's interest in the boy verges on obsession.
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No access to Europe.  Much of what went on there remains obscured to me.
Never get to any see cross\-references on the material I turn in.
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Something untoward is taking place.
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Nana shows no signs of concern.  Assuming she's even noticed.  By now,
humans in her Basement are the least of her worries.  Slake's
insistence upon overseas support pushes matters even further beyond the
perimeter of her interest.  We humans are on our own.
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For his part, Lunsford continues to churn out reams of commentary on
Basement paper.
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Read through it all, at least once, for my reports.
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Sometimes, I respond.

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One of the commentaries is a doozy.  By the time I'm ready to
formulate a response it's well out of date\(emtextlag.  Still, can't
let it just hang in the air.
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Unwise to reply?
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Pull out my binder and review the passages underlined using my
system of multi\-colored highlighters.  Click through the full menu to
make sure the formatting is coherent.  Refresh my outline and
then get down to business.

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Dear Al,

I've been devoting a great deal of thought to
these theories of yours, as of late.  I sat down
and re\-read the recent installments again, this
time in reverse order.  Amazingly, the structure
held.  I resisted the urge to continue all the way
back to the beginning of the series, where
tangible analogies might overwhelm me with the
notion that the Greens were actually receding from
prominence.  Pious healers who sealed wounds with
their ritual blades, casting in their wake a trail
of fascinating strips of paper, which, once
dispersed, accumulated in value and might be
traded interchangeably with (transmuted into?)
worthless gold.  Temporal dysphoria.  Contextual
exhaustion.  The concepts are quite literally
beyond language.  And yet, the vestigial
associations between slivers of narrative and
their Green counterparts are palpable, wind an
analogous, residual trail through the clumps of
traumatized grey matter that misceginate freely
beneath my scalp.  I closed my leaf.  Developed a
headache.  I resisted the urge to break into the
hallway and declare my appreciation for your work.
(I believe your door might have been locked.)
Instead, I re\-read pages 266\–276 and started to
mentally compose my "go figure" letter, musing on
the typical reactions to the latest installment.
At that precise moment, with no rational
explanation, my leaf powered down.  Try as I
might, I could not get it to restart.  Diagnostics
revealed a full charge.  Connection was sound.  A
less practical\-minded correspondent might be
forgiven for dwelling on these details, becoming
convinced of obvious signs and portents.

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Just realized.  First instance on record of the impossibility of interacting with
Lunsford.  Anyway.

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I'm writing, now, after almost a year of silent,
monthly reflection, to relate a few salient points
and to ask a couple of spurious questions.  They
include:

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My correspondence with Lunsford runs to several hundred pages of
single\-spaced text.  All things considered, it's amazing I have time
to wade through the continuous river of new material, much less respond
to it in detail.  On the other hand, historiography wins wars.
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Just keep him talking.

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Explaining anything is useless.  Wilde was onto
something with his "When the critics disagree, the
Artist is in accord with himself." How this
squares with governing the Republic is reflected
in the novel invention of the anonymous ballot.
Voters at the polls aren't required to qualify
their choices (at least, not yet), and such is as
it should be.  The artistic voice selects raw
materials in the same manner as the constituent:
By haphazardly aiming at pregnant chads.  Does
this disturb?  "And it harm none...", enlightened
self\-interest takes its rightful place subservient
to the internal dialogue.  It's important to make
good choices, or at least ones that you can live
with.  Reconciling those choices with the
distinctive sensibilities of others isn't always
desirable, or even possible.  And that isn't such
a sad fact.  Give and take can't balance when the
other end won't let go, and there's no reason to
push anyone off the merry\-go-round simply because
they happen to be swinging out while you happen to
be swinging in.  Posit a balance that subsumes
individual acts and embodies the entirety of human
endeavor; literally, beyond good and evil.  Many
attribute the label "God" to this construct and
then happily carry on with their lives, proceeding
to ignore the self\-evident wisdom of their
discovery.

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Pretty sure I copy/pasted that last bit from somewhere else.
So far, Lunsford hasn't seemed to notice.

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Slake Bottom.  Wisdom or Folly?

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Matter remains unresolved.

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The fact that Sontag alludes to this problem in
her September piece would not seem to immediately
disqualify her from the larger debate when we're
honestly considering the facts (though, other
factors could probably be sussed out if the need
were to arise).

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Lunsford can be evasive when he doesn't want to admit a
contradiction.  Also, he loves to hate Susan Sontag.
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I stop writing to him.
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He no longer shows up at the dinner table.
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Stalemate?