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And then I remembered a quotation from Cassandra at the Wedding , which I read seven years ago. And of course I’d put it on here. So I found this old dear old thing again, how wet behind the ears. There I am, young self: voluble, enthusiastic. I miss old credulities. It’s time to bring this thing out of the closet and into the end of this decade. To tell that old self: I am reading Savage Detectives again, after all these years.

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Gfulmore said…
Ha, yes and all our yesterdays are filled with our "thoughts" at the time...it is hard to imagine that any magical meeting of our current self with an older self would not end in a fistfight...
September 21, 2017 at 11:01 PM
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