I Assure You, Hemingway's Dick Worked Just Fine

"I avoid your words."

That was the complete text of the e-mail I received this evening from a woman who is officially dead to my readers over at TTAC but very much alive to me. It was in response to six heartfelt paragraphs packed almost to Eliot-esque levels with allusion, alliteration, allosaurian anger and allotropic assemblages. I avoid your words. Her brilliant malice, fueled by fear, fills my sails like the trade winds. In rapid but random order I considered: Robert Farago, Joseph Campbell, Lena Dunham, and Lady Duff Twysden. Warning: troubled water ahead.