I will turn things over to one of the best writers ever...
A true holiday from me.
Ladies and Gentleman...I give you...
Donald Barthelme
And a part of his novel...
'THE DEAD FATHER'
‘FATHERS ARE LIKE BLOCKS OF MARBLE - GIANT CUBES, HIGHLY POLISHED, WITH VEINS AND SEAMS - PLACED SQUARELY IN YOUR PATH. THEY CANNOT BE CLIMBED OVER, NEITHER CAN THEY BE SLITHERED PAST. THEY ARE THE “PAST”, AND VERY LIKELY THE SLITHER, IF THE SLITHER IS THOUGHT OF AS THAT ACCOMMODATING MANOEUVRE YOU MAKE TO ESCAPE NOTICE, OR GET BY UNSCATHED. IF YOU ATTEMPT TO GO AROUND ONE, YOU WILL FIND ANOTHER (WINKING AT THE FIRST) HAS MYSTERIOUSLY APPEARED ATHWART THE TRAIL. OR MAYBE IT IS THE SAME ONE, MOVING WITH THE SPEED OF PATERNITY. LOOK CLOSELY AT COLOUR AND TEXTURE. IS THIS GIANT SQUARE BLOCK OF MARBLE SIMILAR IN COLOUR AND TEXTURE TO A SLICE OF ROAST BEEF? YOUR VERY FATHER’S COMPLEXION!
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