At that graduate writing lecture? The one on the front row of the auditorium, with the grimy totebags stuffed with sheafs of paper? The old dude, who kept asking about, didn't you ever notice in Shakespeare's Titus how...? and how Nabokov subconciously cribbed then referenced some German short story in both Lolita AND Pale Fire? The one who then pulls out some sweat-curled manuscript he's been writing in his paperback-stuffed rent stabilized apartment on 108th st, where he's figured out his Grand Unification Theory of Literature, if only you'll read it, you'll see that it's...
No, the other one, the one who keeps talking about Skull & Bones? Yeah, yeah, that's him.
Well, he has a 10,000-word column in the New York Observer. No, seriously. Like every week.
