My own moment of typographical double-think, the equivalent of Jasper Johns’s trick of stencilling names of colors onto his canvasses in paint of a different color: to look up from my copy of Against the Day, out the window of the subway car at a stop on the Orange Line in Arlington, only to see Clarendon rendered in bold Helvetica.
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