It’s 1:01AM, Condalmo time. I was just finishing chapter ___ of Stephen Dixon’s forthcoming Meyer and was earmarking/dog-earring (?) a page with a nice quote to share with you, when I closed it and was faced again with the stark, stern warning: uncorrected proof, do not quote. Then I was faced with the harsh reality that I hadn’t actually found three to five sentences to quote here, because that’s not how Dixon works, you don’t get The Full Dixon unless you read three to five pages. What happened? I don’t know; it’s 1:04AM.