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David Foster Wallace
‘I know only one person who’d ever use
‘There is nothing casual about a professional conversationalist and staff. We delve. We obtain, and then some. Young sir.’
‘Okay, Alexandrian or Constantinian?’
‘You think we haven’t thoroughly researched your own connection with the whole current intra-Provincial crisis in southern Quebec?’
‘What intra-Provincial crisis in southern Quebec? I thought you wanted to talk racy mosaics.’
‘This is an upscale district of a vital North American metropolis, Hal. Standards here are upscale, and high. A professional conversationalist flat-out full-bore
‘Listen, are you okay?’
‘Do you?’
‘I’m
‘… of the fact that photos of the aforementioned … liaison being leaked to
‘I just finished
‘That you could dare to imagine we’d fail conversationally to countenance certain weekly shall we say maternal … assignations with a certain unnamed bisexual bassoonist in the Albertan Secret Guard’s tactical-bands unit?’
‘Gee, is that the exit over there I see?’
‘… that your blithe inattention to your own dear grammatical mother’s cavortings with not one not two but over
‘Would it be rude to tell you your mustache is askew?’
‘… that her introduction of esoteric mnemonic steroids, stereo-chemically not dissimilar to your father’s own daily hypodermic “mega-vitamin” supplement derived from a certain organic testosterone-regeneration compound distilled by the Jivaro shamen of the South-Central L.A. basin, into your innocent-looking bowl of morning Ralston…’
‘As a matter of fact I’ll go ahead and tell you your whole face is kind of running, sort of, if you want to check. Your nose is pointing at your lap.’