Having written so much it seems we must continue: language squeezes an author like an orange. X and I are not in a position to walk away; we can part but not leave. Face to face some things are impossible to say. It’ll never do somehow. I think of telling X that we think too much alike. I imagine writing down a song and handing it to X in a note: You say either and I say either You say neither and I say neither Either Either Neither Neither Let’s call the whole thing off. You say tomato and I say tomato You say potato and I say potato Tomato Tomato Potato Potato Let’s call the whole thing off.
