Appropos of Hal as narrator, by Hal as younger academic:

“We await, I predict the hero of non-action, that catatonic hero, the one beyond the calm, divorced from all stimulus, carried here and there across sets by burly extras whose blood sings with retrograde amines” (142).

Though Wallace disdained postmodern irony, and especially ironic distance that created a lack of humanity, he sure gets the self-referencing joke of postmodern lit pretty well…

And but so, this day of reading gave us the lethal purse snatching, the bricklayer’s accident clarification letter, and the page  long question that ends, “And but so why the abrupt consumer retreat back to good old voice-only telephoning?” after a huge surge toward video-TP conferencing.

Aces reading assignment, today. Stitches, from the on-the-inside laughing.

Go read Infinite Jest.