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"You were saying something," I said.
"The big wheel."
"I don't remember that."
"The big wheel's spinning out there, full of lights and bright colors and crazy sounds."
"Right, the market."
"Fame," he said. "It won't happen. But if it does happen. But it won't happen. But if it does. But it won't."
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"I'll handle it gracefully. Ill be judicious. Ill adjust to it with caution. I won't let it destroy me. Fame. The perfect word for the phenomenon it describes. Amef,fake uggs online store. Efam. Mefa."
"When do you sleep?" I said.
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"I think this may be the only untapped field in all of literature. Although you never know for sure. Maybe there's somebody working away right now, trying to pre-empt a corner of the market. Once you pre-empt, you're good for years. Send them bird shit wrapped in cellophane, they'll buy it. So I may be too late. There are people typing away all over the place, trying to wedge themselves into little corners of the market. But to get to your question, the answer is yes. Everything is marketable. If no present market exists for certain material, then a new market automatically develops around the material itself. My own brand of porno kid fiction is pretty specific. It has no adults. It is sexy-brutal in a new kind of way. It panders to the lowest instincts. It is full of cheap thrills. It has elements of primeval fear and terror. It has titless little girls saying bad words. It has an Aristotelian substratum."
"If you know this much about it, why can't you get started?"
"I know too much about it," he said.
"No room for discovery."
"No room for discovery and I spent too much time making and taking notes. My energy is pretty much sapped. But the theme lives in my mind. The central motivating force is there. The thrust is a genuine thrust. Little kids sucking and being sucked, fucking and being fucked. No grownups anywhere in sight. Kids obsessed by their magical abilities and appetites. Kids and only kids. Without grownups there's a purity, I feel. The thing is kept pure. Tremendous sadism in evidence. Really vicious stuff. All rendered in terms of the classical forms of reversal, recognition and the tragic experience. But I'll tell you what the clincher is."
"Okay."
"Their organs are extremely sensitive. Small maybe but developed way beyond our own spigots and drains. I plan to hint that this sensitivity is present in all children. A freshness. An innocence. Kaleidoscopic sex organs. Capable of wild fiery pleasure. What we'd all be capable of if we were as pure and sex-obsessed as these children of mine. They're obsessed beyond belief. I can't wait to start writing. But that's not the real clincher. The real clincher lies in another direction."