So, I finally got around to starting – and finishing –
David Foster Wallace's essay "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again," a nonfictional masterpiece of comedy and vocabulary.
It was commended to me once upon a time by the same person who in fact
once compared me favorably to Wallace. (Too late,
mearth, it's out there; you can't take it back now.) The comparison, in fact, grows more flattering with every word, and I thank her for it
and the recommendation.