I’ve recently discovered David Foster Wallace.
He is a grammar geek, or SNOOT as he would have it. I’ve been giggling and fist pumping, and generally rejoicing in the find of a brilliant, hysterically funny author.
Now my heart is broken. I decided I wanted to research him a little and discovered he hanged himself a couple years ago. He struggled with depression and evidenly he didn’t win.
How depressing.
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