When he finished reading Borges’ story “Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote”, he shook his head and chuckled. At his desk inside, he began writing. Each day he wrote – something new every time he sat down. Today the story took hours to work itself out, like a snake unkinking and stretching in his mind.
The next morning his friend called.
“Why did you send me that story again?”
“Again?”
“You wrote that months ago.”
“No, I wrote it last night. It took me hours. Wait... I remember! Did I really write the same story twice? What are the odds!”
Monday, November 16, 2009
Accidental Pierre Menard
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