Proof, further

I didn't participate in any of last or early this year's many outpourings of memorial affection following Dave Wallace's death, aside from a short note of sadness and thanks that appears to have vanished from this site' archives. But as I'm preparing to teach Infinite Jest at SAIC, and write an essay of my own about rivalry, athletic fanhood, and envy, I've found myself back deep into "Consider the Lobster", both the book and (right this second) the essay, and I've reached this moment here...