But the town is so much fun, Enbal teased.
She knew, Ana did. An electric blue flyer on her desk: "While the ‘Cats are away, the (Groovy) Mice will play!" Tonight, at the bar. Tempting, she would love to see them (again), but tonight was for laundry and studying. Marbell mentioned an internship the other night, and his midterm paper was due next week.
Her notes were as scatological as his lectures. She’d have him to a point, then lose him in the details.
TRUTH (real world) / FICTION (not real world)
If B doesn’t *believe* in anything, incl. ART, does this distinction fall apart? T creates a fictional character who denies his own (fictional?) existence?!
Does B crit T?
Does T criticize T?
Does T agree?
That didn’t make any sense. Was it that Death of the Author shit again? She paged back to Barthes. Balzac, Mallarmé, multiple writings. This place is not the author, but the reader.
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