Captain January

: it's as much about the reading as it is about smelling the dust, pages like rust on machinery inside an old barn: I can taste the dust in movies, too, and when I sneeze I recall that this is supposed to be like one twelfth of an orgasm: maybe if you sneeze twelve times in a row -- ! -- but it doesn't take twelve dusty books, nor half as many pictures, and you don't have to play it again, Sam, 'cause I'm convinced:

hitting a chord just right, a perfect string of pearls, mouthing Bogart's lines, beautiful girls, the organ rising up from the belly of the Castro, summer days that can't go by too slow, oh --

it's all so much sweeter.