Tuesday, October 12, 2004
1980-something
Liza stares blankly, as if she might have regarded Quadrophenia more along the lines of that movie with Sting in it. Dylan feels despair rising. Fishnet tights do not a cultural vocabulary make. To the ironized, reference-peppered palaver which comprises Dylan's only easy mode of talk former prep-school girls have frequently proved deaf as cats. -- The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan LethemThis phenomena (ie looks like a duck, but seems not to understand my quacking) was most disconcerting at first. But even more disconcerting is the reverse: the situation where shared interests, even obsessions, do not preclude having absolutely nothing in common with a person.
# posted by nick @ 6:26 pm 
