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in the second letter, baldwin implies that to read—to write—is what caused the initial fissures in his faith. and even though every thought is perfectly articulated—every sentence meticulously crafted—that's the sentiment that's sitting with me, near verbatim, an hour after i put it down.

apparently, the question of the day—or at least, the question of dostoevsky's day—is: how pathetic can a man be?

and the answer to that is: very pathetic indeed.

zadie smith, it feels like you've written a foreword longer than morrison's story itself—but i love you too dearly to be mad at you for it so i must simply persist