She tried to write
her autobiography. But could only write the
word “the”. This fustrated her a great deal since she knew that she had lived more than just that. For years she thought about what she
had done with her life and the people
that she had met and influenced. Continually she worked on her autobiography.
The the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the e the
the the the the the the the the the the the the
She eventually consulted a novelist whom was mentioned by a mutual
friend. The novelist was well known
and respected, even though she had
never read any of his books. They sat and discussed writing and literature, the topic of her autobiography was
brought up and the difficulties she was having with the word the. He informed her that he too was having word problems, and feeling limited by his
previous books since all he could write was the word “it”.
It it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it
Together they visited the
novelist’s editor at the publishing
house. In discussion with the
editor, it was found out that she could only cross out the
word “which”. Since neither book had the
word which in it, but only the and it, the editor offered
them little relief.
Which which which which which which
which which which which which which which which which which which which which
which which which which which which which which which which which which which
which which which which which which which which which which which which which
which which which which which which which which which which which which which
which which which which which which which which
The autobiographer and the
novelist in the spirit of
camaraderie and the liking for each
other that they had developed, went
to an artist’s reception at the
local gallery. While there, they spoke with the artist about his work and future projects. The artist talked vibrantly about the arrow. When they asked if he did anything aside from arrows, he
glared at them peevishly and excused himself from their company.
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They encountered a poet there, also
attending the artist’s reception. The poet spoke with them about the limitations of writing and the difficulties in communication. The poet admitted once having tried to
find a broader vocabulary, but in the
end returned to contemplate and appreciate the
beauty of “whence”.
Whence whence
whence whence whence whence
whence whence whence whence
whence whence whence whence whence whence
whence whence whence whence whence whence
whence whence whence whence
whence whence whence whence
whence whence
whence
whence
whence whence
whence
There is a reader who is reading this story and she can only read the
word “she”. I wrote this story for her, but I can only write “that” so we are
left with an incomplete story where no one is fulfilled by it.
