I’ve been trying to read Tom Wolfe again! Why is he so excited! Everything gets an exclamation mark … everything … and the ellipses … and the italics! Tom Wolfe! He’d done it! He’d just … written another exclamation mark … the seventh one this page, this page alone … Rob couldn’t believe it … he’d done it! There it was! That rude masculine pole, yes, undeniably … phallic … jutting out there on the page! What was this man so enthusiastic, or … angry? … about, Rob wondered … perhaps it’s just that he’s more … in touch with the mechanics, the inexorable laws, of status, masculinity, one-upsmanship, that make even the littlest event worthy of great sturm und drang! Because of what it signifies about status! Yes! Rob wonders how Tom Wolfe would describe him … he’s five-seven … yes, Wolfe always notes the height of every male character … every! male! character! … five-seven … twenty-seven years old … white … and living in New York City! My god!
