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A Conversation With John Donne
"So what's been happening?" he said sounding awfully Southern Californian for the Dean of St.Paul's. I wasn't sure if he was in his "Holy Sonnets" mood or in his "Jack the Rake" phase, so I hesitated before answering, but then said the truth. "I've been falling in love," I said, "with I woman I've known for years, but have now come to know in a different way." He looked skeptical. I remembered his line about it being easier to get a plant pregnant than to find a faithful woman, and that even if she's faithful when you first meet her it won't be long before she's screwing around with several guys. This is his cynical side. "What can I tell you," I said, "we've gotten so close, we're like an e-mail and its reply, connected to one another, as one sails off into cyberspace to find the other, the other's composing an answer to return. Such is she to me, who must like my other self, click on her mouse to send our words full circle, a pulse just sent in an instant from her place to my house." "Nice conceit," he said, "I get the sexual reference, to "her mouse," and how "must" and "just" evoke "lust," but what the hell is e-mail?"
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