tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212152.post-22799021800063382812008-04-14T22:14:00.000+01:002008-04-14T22:14:00.000+01:00Stan, you poor thing. I am not contesting your little kingdom: it is all yours. Here, you are the actor and all others mere audience. But that is <I>all</I> you are: an eccentric schoolmaster entertaining his sixth form. <BR/><BR/>The greater your talent, the more damning the fact that you have no tangible existence in the wider world. Is it because you are physically crippled? Is it because the sadistic fluency dries up the moment you are confronted with a human face? Or is it because you really are not all that bright at all (wanking yourself to sleep with a copy of Lila is suggestive), but rather like those poor children with William's syndrome, sparklingly expressive in a language you hardly understand.<BR/><BR/>Tell us, Stanislav, which is it?tacitusnoreply@blogger.com