Thivai says, "I will miss the Happy Tutor and Wealth Bondage--capitalism never had such an honest voice!" I don't really get it, Jack. The Happy Tutor is a bum, right? I don't miss him. I am glad he's gone and I hope he never comes back. He makes me uncomfortable. It is like he's always laughing at me or something.
"There is no good or bad but thinking makes it so." Our very thoughts create a Wealth Bondage about us. Our thoughts changing, or our lives ending, then ends Wealth Bondage. Should I then pass away, would Wealth Bondage then remain? Ah, if only my execution could emancipate my flock from Wealth Bondage, then gladly would I go to the gurney. Assuming my last meal were a case of Thunderbird.
A fine, literate contribution to Tutor's Festschrift from Jazon Z. Still, it makes me sad. Everyone is standing around like people watching a man climb out on a ledge over a city street. What are they crying? "Jump! Jump!"
"If you are dead, screams the man, say so, you have only to say so." From a poem, Dead Fish, by Russell Edson, cited in a contribution by No Blood for Hubris to the Festscrift in my honor. People are concerned, touchingly so, that I might pass away or pass on. Say I did or do. How old do you think I am? Was my Author Function Erasmus, then, or Holbein? Or was I taken from Lucian? Do you really think so? Or was I old even then? "My poor fool is hanged," says Lear, gone mad again, and near to death himself, whether speaking of the daughter, Cordelia, he holds in his arms or of his Fool, who has simply disappeared from the play, critics cannot tell us. We think that authors create characters. I think we characters create a people. The Fool, Falstaff, The Happy Tutor, Reynard the Fox, B'rer Rabbit, Loki, their stories may be told well or badly, and new actors and writers and tale-spinners come and go; they may prosper or die in any given tale, but the character belongs to a people who become a people insofar as they know and tell the same tales. That is why the only Brand whose story I tell is Wealth Bondage, and only then because it is the Brand of all Brands and I have no choice, today, among these people, in the Mall of America. So the Author Function falls silent, or I, the Author, so what? Think how many have died since, even Erasmus or Lucian. And look at me. Still kicking. Do you remember the names of every Roman Emperor? Yet you know Midas.