Conner—the only living human I have ever acknowledged as a better writer than I . . . though that was some time ago—and me, we were talking that pretty recent time about the arrogance of selecting words. How, every time, when we sit down to write a Libel, we alight upon a first word, inscribe it, and thereby reject millions of others. And, what the fuck, hubris, is that? Every time, in selecting a word, kicking aside, all those millions, of others? Who, are we, in that? God? Well. Yeah.