Thursday, December 1, 2011

Anecdote IV

My partner told me this one, and I believe even for him it was apocryphal, but he does maintain it actually happened. The story is as follows: a writer is circling about one of those New York parties where influential and cultured people go to reaffirm their status as lords of all from the sainted seat of Manhattan, and he gets into a conversation with a surgeon and his wife. During this back and forth the surgeon mentions he's always thought it would be delightful to take a few months off some summer and write a novel. A sort of leisurely gentleman's jaunt.

Oh, says the novelist. That's such a coincidence. I've always wanted to take a holiday and try brain surgery. 

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