jonathan mueker's elegant stealing machine

Dick Cavett     You consider yourself a disciplined                             guy, do you get up every day and work? Jimi:     Oh I try to get up every day.         Audience             (laughs, then applauds) Three guests
      

  (youngest exaggeratedly applauds,     lady smiles warmly in a self-controlled pose,         catholic priest simpers) Dick Cavett      Oh yes. That in itself is a discipline.

     (slightly self-conscious smile, the reason for which is explained here)

"It was relatively unsurprising to Menard when Quixote got off his horse instead of getting on with the scripted story, so that definitely hadn't given him the chills. Nor were the greenland-cold sweats from Quixote's scanning of his face as he looked up with words for intent and eyes and wrinkles around said eyes made of said words. It might have been the what-the-fuck-is-going-on behind his instinctual looking up at the old country house ceiling to realize his breathing had become just that which you're reading right now, no longer airborne catabolism but a word, made of the letters b, r, e, a, t, h, i, n & g, one of each. It might have been the when after that, still looking up and finding Borges' nearly-blind gawk as a reply, not a word but a gawk, he smelled on his skin the old-page odor of book, himself a character, himself a Quijote. It might have been the realization of how not just sterile but honest-to-god-mind-enslaving meta-meta-meta-narratives really were."

  Interviewer:             Where do you get your ideas from? Duke:             The ideas? Oh man, I got a million dreams.             That's all I do is dream; all the time.