An old joke:
A Chukchi man brings his manuscript to a publishing house. The editor flips through it and sighs:
“Look, it’s a bit weak… Have you read any classics? Tolstoy? Dostoevsky?”
“Me no reader, me writer!”
;Something is definitely wrong with my memory. I finished writing a short story, only to discover with utter bewilderment that I had already written it—three years ago.
;When I complained to my husband, I only managed to give him a good laugh.
;“Well, I get caught in the same loop sometimes,” Shurik noted philosophically. “I’ll read a detective novel for the second time, and only at the very end realize I’ve read it before because I somehow already know who the killer is. But not to this extent! Oh well… as the joke goes, you’re not a reader, you’re a writer. To each their own madness.”
To Each Their Own Madness
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