The title would not be amiss either, as you know Iran has the highest amount of drug users per person than any other country in the world, and the drug they love taking – opium, it’s quite a social norm – would easily induce a state in which “Unspeakable Desolation Pouring Down From The Stars” was an everyday truth!

A Review. Not of this book. The Other Book. Please cut and paste it those who rememember how… I was asked for a review and i wrote a long one that was innappropriate, but Now! at last I have the one I should have written, all those years ago, and it goes thus:

” All those books you have read, regretting the way that you could not stop reading aloud in your head, never quite connecting with the adventures of Pip, or Mrs Haversham, or The Everley Brothers- always detached, never engaged with being terribly manipulated, or doing terrible manipulations, or the travails of the music industry- Always distracted by the parade of words before you.

Regret no more. For in ‘Befuddled by Cormorants’ you have the story ‘Belshazzar’s Feast’, and in ‘Belshazzar’s Feast’ the parade of words will cause you no trouble. The read-along voice that has kept you apart from the great characters of literature is here transfigured into your friend. For here …”

Sadly no record remains of how this review ended remain. Such are the corruptions of time and memory.

We can only speculate.

You are still wrong about the buttoning and the unbuttoning and thats that.

And your writings are the only sensible thing to do with the English language, nowadays.

And thats all your getting out of me, today. I don’t feel wordfuggled; I feel gack – reply to my email please.
Good day…