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Last week I wrote about Robespierre, The Incorruptible (Ruminations…01.03.12). This week, it’s Me, The Unsociable. Riding the Single Chair…sounds like it could be either a Zen kōan or something from Vātsyāyana’s Kama Sutra, don’t you think? I do. But here

Earlier I wrote about bookstore readings and the difficulty facing the author when his or her book is written in the first person (Ruminations…11.29.12) – when the “I” who reads from the book is the “I” who wrote the words that the “I” speaks in the