The novelist Matthew Stadler forwarded this email to me at around 1:30 pm.

————— Forwarded message ————— From: Rosas Kyle Date: Apr 3, 2006 1:22 PM Subject: Re[4]: To: Rose Lamar

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The email had this image attached to it:

My response to Matthew’s email:

this is marvelous writing. it’s so gogolian. who is it? what is it for? how i miss my mother russian literature.

Matthew’s response to my response:

I believe it is simply erectile spam, an ad for medication. Marvelous!