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'Sorry. Excuse me. Do you know where the Quad Club is?' I direct. 'Didnt it used to have an awning?'

'as Rambuss notes, that poem demands nothing less than a "trinitarian gang bang"'

the oxford handbook of the elegy, '10:449, citing '98:50 --

'man consoles himself for what he is by what he was' bazin, 'the museum age'

'consultants are generally overused - they're essentially an excuse for poor management'

'bcg hires smarter people, but smarter is not the same as effective'

'bain is bankers masquerading as consultants. sure, bankers don't know shit about strategy.'

'but I'd choose bain at the end of the day'

'if you want a great lesson in mind-fucking, choose mckinsey'

'Or are we telling the story of why all texts, as texts, can always be said to be falling?'

'Manifestly yes, but not quite, either. (PdM, RT, 16)

Faced with the ineluctable necessity to come to a decision, no grammatical or logical analysis can help us out

the reader has to break off at the very moment when he is most directly engaged and summoned by the text

One could hardly expect to find solace in this 'fearful symmetry' between the author's and reader's plight

since, at this point, the symmetry is no longer a formal but an actual trap

and the question no longer 'merely' theoretical."

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