"You funny little man," said Strickland

This entry is a bit personal. And by that I don't mean that I'm sharing more than usual. What I DO mean is that it is meant for someone in particular. Someone who likes to read other's private words. All I can think of to say is captured by these words from W. Somerset Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence".

Strickland's injurious calm robbed Stroeve of his self-control. Blind rage seized him, and without knowing what he was doing he flung himself on Strickland. Strickland was taken by surprise and he staggered, but he was very strong, even after his illness, and in a moment, he did not exactly know how, Stroeve found himself on the floor.
"You funny little man," said Strickland.

I hope these words taste as bitter as your own self-loathing.

NOW, onto more pleasant things. I could not resist the call of Mailer's book any longer and broke into it. It's a bit wordy (as Mailer can sometimes be) but enjoyable all the same. I also hope I kept my promise, as I read a good portion of my friend's (E.D. Tilton) novel as well. No book (my friend's not Mailer's) has ever had me laughing aloud in an otherwise silent house.

I decided today was as good as any to take a literary day off, well at least as far as writing goes. But I'll return tomorrow with another update of "Online".