S: I’m going to stop referring to it as "the Unknown Anthology,” because it is—it is The Unknown.
D: Just The Unknown, and whatever ridiculous subtitle we want to attach to it, fine.
S: Yeah, maybe we should just go with The Unknown. And just stick to that.
W: Does anybody know what, ah, Ronald Johnson died from?
S: Ronald Johnson had a, uh, inoperable brain lesion. I think, uh—
W: Inoperable Brain Lesion.
D: Okay, The Unknown, colon, Inoperable Brain Lesion.
S: Nonononono. Nonono. I don’t want any garbage on there. I just want The Unknown.
D: Okay, I’ll go with Scott, and just keep it The Unknown.
S: You know. Titles—
D: Your section of The Unknown can be called Inoperable Brain Lesion.
S: Titles, you gotta tend towards simplicity in titles, I think.
D: Well, The Unknown is about as simple as you can get. And as comprehensive.
S: I mean, The Unknown deals with A LOT. At the same time as it’s—
D: I realize that.
S: And I mean, we do gotta take a minute here to acknowledge here that, um, this whole project is really, uh, sort of, in a way, obscenely, ah…
S: self-promotional and ah… in some ways, evidence of the pathetic nature of American publishing.
W: Yeah, but that’s not what we’re about.
D: And the pathetic nature of American academia.
S: Yeah, well. The pathetic nature of American academia, the pathetic nature of American publishing.
W: We’re all about that. I mean. We’re not, um, trying to make a comment on it, we’re just taking advantage of it.
S: Well, yeah, exactly, I mean, hmmm, well, okay, so we shouldn’t, um, comm—?
D: No. It’s self-promotional. But I think there’s self-promotion then there’s self-promotion.
S: I mean this is self-promotion in the interests of, uh, well, for one thing, a good time.
D: I’ll tell ya—
S: But not just a good time, but a good, ah, you know I mean, this stuff is good.
D: Here’s my theory—
S: William’s writing, Dirk’s writing, ah, I’m amazed that, you know, Harper’s, The Atlantic, The New Yorker. I’m amazed that it’s not filled with the stuff. At this point.
D: Well, maybe that’s because I haven’t sent much to Harper’s, The New Yorker—
S: I know, but these people should be seeking out good writing, you know?
D: Here’s my feeling on the whole situation: I like to do criticism about writing that I like—but why do I have to wait until it’s been recognized by some publishing entity before I feel it’s time to write criticism about work that exists? Because the work exists, in some published form, whether it’s mass published or, more privately, from a typewriter, or word processing—
S: Or in the private series of books that William’s been secretly distributing for years—
D: Or in a series of books that’ve been distributed in a vagary of ways—A vagary? Is even a way to use that? Edit that out, William, that bad use of vagary I think that was really…
D: A violation to its definition.
S: What is vagary?
D: I don’t know, actually.
D: Do we have a dictionary?
S: We do have a—
W: I don’t know.
S: Uh, vagary is—