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Saturday, November 23, 2002

The Big Sleep vs All About Animals

After her rehearsal for a Christmas concert (she'll play a synthesizer), the kid and I went home. She said she wanted to play but I said I was tired. No, really, I'm too tired. I want to read. (Marlowe was holding off the Sternwood women again.) So I read and she read next to me, then she read to me, then I read to her, then she was attacked by an octopus and a crab. Ticklish business, this reading.

(As for this concert: her inventive left hand has revealed to me the similarity of Silent Night to Blow the Man Down. It comes out like a sad sailor whistling alone at Christmas.)


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