You don’t know me, nor have I checked our subscriber list. I don’t have access anyway; I’m told, though I’ve not confirmed this, that it resides in a safe under a mile of geologically stable basalt, guarded at all surface access points by psychopathic Dobermans and large men with Uzis. But my guess is that your name is not there. You’re not a Republican. Me neither. I don’t know whether or in what sense you might be a conservative.
Nonetheless, I feel as if I know you — just slightly. Once I heard you at a reading put on by a literary magazine at my college. Jamaica Kincaid and John Ashbery were there, too, and they were great, but you were the best.
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