“”I read,” I say. “I study and read. I bet I’ve read everything you read. Don’t think I haven’t. I consume libraries. I wear out spines and ROM-drives. I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.” My instincts concerning syntax and mechanics are better than your own, I can tell, with all due respect. But it transcends the mechanics. I’m not a machine. I feel and believe. I have opinions. Some of them are interesting. I could, if you’d let me, talk and talk.”

David Foster Wallace has died. The one good thing that ever comes out of these events, the deaths of brilliant people way thirty or forty years too early, is that their work gets reexamined and discussed. In the case of DFW, that can only be a positive thing for our society.

Read some of his stuff, please, when you get a chance.