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am mean, nasty, unsociable and egocentric. I recognize these faults, but it seems that 15 years of habit create a deep impression. To effect a lasting change, my whole way of thinking will need to alter. This is particularly true since I want to get married eventually and raise a family. So I am going to have to change drastically, and soon, while I am still in my formative years.
    Many of the books I have read claim that we are influenced very heavily by the type of civilization we live in. I truthfully feel that much of what I am—the features I dislike—can be traced back to early influences. Until I was three I had an unsightly scar on my face that was eventually repaired, but I remember other children screaming (one, anyway) when they saw me. Perhaps this is why I hated close contact with other kids. At any rate, I did not play much sport.
    However, in summary (sorry for all this boring complaint, but you asked for it!) what I become is, in the last analysis, my own responsibility. It might not be my fault the way I am constructed now, but it will be my fault if I allow present trends to worsen while failing to cultivate their alternatives.
    In my next loc, I will discuss the importance of imaginative fiction as a means of putting forward new ways of looking at Man and Society. That is, if you are interested enough to print this one! Best wishes,
    J. D. Williams
    1969: the bride of frankenstein
    Paddington
    Sydney
    14 November 1969
    My dear Joseph
     
    So, in Sydney. If I were as cynical as Brian Wagner I’d add “…all safe & sound.” In fact, we very nearly didn’t make it. I had a prang about 100 miles out of Liverpool. Sixteen hours at the wheel, by the time we got here to Paddo, pilled of course. Had to have the radiator replaced fifty bloody bucks.
    Antony and I will stay in Paddington until we can organize a beautiful, peaceful house of our own.
    I am finding it extremely difficult to recuperate & my mind is not functioning. This is an extremely dull letter. Can’t face the thought of a job. Hope all is well at your parents’ place. I guess it isn’t. I wish you’d get out of that godforsaken place.
    I miss you. I yearn for your company. I’m incredibly vulnerable. When I realized for the first time that you were 600 miles away I knew how much I “loved” you (the unspeakable verb) but what’s the sense in it what’s the point when you won’t accept it. I tell myself that you can love another person without any return of love for only so long before you are brought right up against your own bloody masochism.
    Antony, of course, dramatically declares his love. How farcical. He and I have been together such a short time.
    Surely you must feel something for me after 2 years even if it’s only to despise oh shit why should it matter now? Hell it’s all over but so often you’re still with me.
    I can’t go on raving like this I feel slightly delirious.
    Regards to parents.
    fondest—?
    Caroline
    1982: getting started
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    LAUGHTER IN THE DIKE
    the quipu of costive[l] humor
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    written, edited, run orf and footnoted by Vladimir B. Wagner for Point Two Six Amateur Press Association,[2] and out just in the nick of time to rescue his good standing and sustained credentials with that August body. Some copies will be seen by non-members of .26APA, but I regret to say that I am far too niggardly and costipated to trade for your scungy rubbish. Away with you! There’s a wheelbarrow out in the toolshed. Emitted 17 December 1982. You can find my phone number in the book. Overseas readers never ring me anyway. Does anyone read colophons any more? Doubtful. I’ll just keep strumming on this
     
    [1] Concise Oxford: a. constipated; [fig.] niggardly
     
    [2] the well-gnome writing arm of all us good guys who there are only 0.25742 per cent of in the world owing to our having smarts of 146 or more oh wow which isn’t as good as Mega[3] but you can’t women all
     
    [3] the Mega Society, limited to folks