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I can’t stand this, and I love it. I don’t understand it, yet I comprehend it too.
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That’s a great review! Seriously (I am not being sarcastic). That is often how I feel about books I love deeply.
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People I love deeply, they have the same effect. But I much prefer this quality in books.
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But where is J? Closer inspection reveals that the letter “j” does not appear at all in this piece. What to make of this? Hmm…
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I noticed that. Maybe: “I. I skip over, for this is I myself. In K.” So, maybe the joke is that he’s skipping over the J (and not the “I” which is thrice repeated). Or maybe it’s just a quirk.
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