Fear of Fluids in Mexico, Sentimentalism in the Alps « Infinite ...

Before I get to the part of this week's reading that stuck in my brain, though, I want to make a quick mention of a delightful bit of horror: That toilet in Pelletier's hotel room. I'm haunted by that toilet. ... That's not a very satisfying explanation, but I haven't yet come up with an intentional reason for him to have included such a clanging insincerity with the rest of the book's matter-of-fact whimsy. And it's bugging me. Also: Happy Olympics! ...