In which I confess being a cake muncher muncher
Ah, lovely Gertrude Stein!
From Bartleby.com:
By departing from conventional meaning, grammar and syntax, she attempted to capture “moments of consciousness,” independent of time and memory.
Or to put it another way, in Stein’s own words:
A steady cake, any steady cake is perfect and not plain, any steady cake has a mounting reason and more than that it has singular crusts. A season of more is a season that is instead. A season of many is not more a season than most.
It’s my cake day. I’m hoping my present to the world is going to be catalogued in time. It’s being proof-listened against the clock right now …
