“To read what was never written.”
Addendum II (November 5, 1985)
Such reading could be construed as postmodern. Amusing irony and lost innocence… But there is no irony in my rewriting. There is no reluctance to speak innocently, either. Just anger. Anger and something akin to contemplative revindication along the lines of an Indian proverb—raised to the exalted level of a motto—that goes, “Sit on the bank of a river and wait: your enemy’s corpse will soon float by.” And presto: here is Italo Calvino, over there Umberto Eco… Eminently quotable fellows!
