Sublime

Lord’s flight’s parabola is less spectacular on the y-axis than the TP’s has been.

“Loo dee doo, Mr. Rumfoord,” he

Rabbit at Rest,

In Search of Lost Time

Updike’s “A&P”

and so on.

and so on.

Crowds outside push past the window screaming congratulations, laughing too loud, stuffing their faces, flourishing their capes. On triumph’s home screen, Windust is a solitary pixel of discontent. “Guess they showed those rugriders, huh. Look at them. An army of the clueless, who think they own 11 September.” “Hey, why shouldn’t they, they bought

To quote Kilgore Trout: