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I can’t believe that the full text of D.V. isn’t online somewhere.

Seriously: in the first 100 words, girlfriend busts out with, “Nostalgia–imagine! I don’t believe in anything before penicillin.” That is the kind of book our young people should be reading. Toss all their Twilights and their Lords of Rings and their Hairy Potholes right in the coal fire! (Pass me a bromide, would you dear?)

I bet I could tweet the whole damn thing: D.V., 140 characters at a time. Project!