This Man

I'm watching a Foster Wallace interview and at one point the interviewer tells him about a man in Germany known as the literature pope who decides what's good and what's not. Till then, Wallace is not really listening. He's hoping the interviewer will give him something to push off of but he's disappointed. Then the surrealistically existing pope comes up and his eyes light up. He interrupts her, making sure she's serious, showing her she's got his attention. She continues: he's loving it, he needs a sip from the contents of his cup to prevent himself from grinning.

This man, who decides what's good and what isn't, who Germanic infrastructure needs, for fear of structural collapse, as if if intellectual dictate were absent mayhem would ensue. This man who reassures – don't worry, you need not be concerned about non-mechanically fitting... structures.

It's 9h20 on Monday morning and my mind is racing. I've had two coffees, one decaf, pasta and this.