Since my last post, The Complete Genealogy of Everyone Ever has put its hand-sewn binding to the grindstone. It now has a publication score of 5/6, or an 83%, or a good solid respectable B. Thank you, Pequin. Thank you, “The One to Tell the Parents.”
This recent development heaps further shame on “The Conversationalist,” whose failure stands out more than ever before. I now understand that “The Conversationalist” is my ugliest, dumbest child. Not only has it not been published, but it robbed an old lady at gunpoint.
It has embarassed me. What’s worse, it has embarassed itself. I take no blame for this failure. I did what I could. My hands are clean.