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The Last Diversion
[Or, as it might have appeared (in some fashion) in the new and last revisions of But Tell It Slant, We Must an Anguish Pay, and Then the List Is Done as the Demi-Post-Mid-COVID Pre-Prologue...
(in Frank Gould’s authorial voice...of course...not mine)]
While we are all huddled up in our hovels, Mel’s friends—more than mine—who so enjoyed all the readings I gave while City Lights was opened, congratulating me on the funny parts, mostly, came back—I understand through something called Zoom—to complain to her about certain other parts.
I’ve heard these complaints before, of course, and not only, although mostly from Mel herself. However, this time—and I trust her on it—more than three or four jerks were understood to have said something along the lines of, “He’s sounding like Ayn Rand with these social and political rants.”
Okay. What can I say. That was definitely the last straw. Comparing me with that Russian, helmet-headed...runt. Mel didn’t have to say another word.
So. Full revision, full steam ahead on all the books, with all the links you have come to appreciate. To be located here. And Lord help us all if Goodreads goes out of business.
Alright, one or two exceptions. First, and you’ll note it when you get there, I have an argument to make about the whole program. It will be very short, I promise, and the longer version linked. Second, you do have to understand the major concept of not being able to follow the game unless you know the players, yes?
These first four books are intricately entwined with my life and the lives of those I love and, sure, even not so much love when it comes to certain persons. You have to know something about that in order to understand what’s taking place, right? I can’t just shoot ahead and tell you “this happened, then this happened, then this happened,” without giving you the background. What kind of Rand would THAT make me? So. Those parts have to stay. Even if Mel rolled her eyes a bit. Like I said, she doesn’t like the kissy parts. I think a lot of you reading this do! And, no, I won’t call it the “romantic” parts because that will make it sound like fiction again and get THOSE people arguing all over... I’m sick of it!!
(in Frank Gould’s authorial voice...of course...not mine)]
While we are all huddled up in our hovels, Mel’s friends—more than mine—who so enjoyed all the readings I gave while City Lights was opened, congratulating me on the funny parts, mostly, came back—I understand through something called Zoom—to complain to her about certain other parts.
I’ve heard these complaints before, of course, and not only, although mostly from Mel herself. However, this time—and I trust her on it—more than three or four jerks were understood to have said something along the lines of, “He’s sounding like Ayn Rand with these social and political rants.”
Okay. What can I say. That was definitely the last straw. Comparing me with that Russian, helmet-headed...runt. Mel didn’t have to say another word.
So. Full revision, full steam ahead on all the books, with all the links you have come to appreciate. To be located here. And Lord help us all if Goodreads goes out of business.
Alright, one or two exceptions. First, and you’ll note it when you get there, I have an argument to make about the whole program. It will be very short, I promise, and the longer version linked. Second, you do have to understand the major concept of not being able to follow the game unless you know the players, yes?
These first four books are intricately entwined with my life and the lives of those I love and, sure, even not so much love when it comes to certain persons. You have to know something about that in order to understand what’s taking place, right? I can’t just shoot ahead and tell you “this happened, then this happened, then this happened,” without giving you the background. What kind of Rand would THAT make me? So. Those parts have to stay. Even if Mel rolled her eyes a bit. Like I said, she doesn’t like the kissy parts. I think a lot of you reading this do! And, no, I won’t call it the “romantic” parts because that will make it sound like fiction again and get THOSE people arguing all over... I’m sick of it!!
