yrstruly: In which I attempt that section

I am still slogging along through Infinite Jest, or rather dragged through it: yes, “dragged” is the right word. I have become terribly intrigued by it, and thus am a properly devoted reader.

The book occasionally reminds me of James Joyce’s and Virginia Woolf’s experiments with stream-of-consciousness writings. The yrstruly section of the book, the first one, is looming before me now, looking as difficult as, say, a passage from Joyce just a bit more complex than his Portrait.

For me to remember as I read: read lots of this aloud, which helps it make sense. DFW is definitely going for the rhythms of real speech here, and the heck with punctuation.

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