The serious and sometimes satirical reflections of a priest, poet, and pilgrim — who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
December 4, 2011
Short Story
There was once a man who was always writing stories. It occurred to him one day that he had never written a story about himself, and so he did. And this is the story he wrote.
Thanks, Mimi. This story has been bobbing about in my head literally for years, in thinking of Doublas Hofstader's work on self-reference. I thought it time finally to write it down! So it is a true story after all, and I do hope it raises a smile...
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I'd say the man wrote a short, short, short, short story. Did I leave out a 'short' or two?
ReplyDeleteTobias, I hope it's not improper for me to find the story hilarious. I'm still laughing.
Thanks, Mimi. This story has been bobbing about in my head literally for years, in thinking of Doublas Hofstader's work on self-reference. I thought it time finally to write it down! So it is a true story after all, and I do hope it raises a smile...
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