You have wondered, perhaps, why all real accountants wear hats? They are today's cowboys. As will you be. Riding the American range. Riding herd on the unending torrent of financial data. The eddies, cataracts, arranged variations, fractious minutiae. You order the data, shepherd it, direct its flow, lead it where it's needed ... You deal in facts, gentlemen, for which there has been a market since man first crept from the primeval slurry.

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece electrostatic / And everywhere Mary went, the lights became erratic.

No single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.

If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.

And he wishes, in the cold quiet of his archer's heart, that he himself could feel the intensity of their reconciliations as strongly as he feels that of their battles.

The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘Oh how banal.’

I knew my limitations and the limitations of the courts I played on, and adjusted thusly. I was at my best in bad conditions.