John Lucien continued

While looking through old emails sent from friends and family in the original call for submissions for issue #1 , way back in the fall of 2006, I found this one from my friend John Lucien:

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My name reminds me of a play by Oscar Wilde:

Jack: Well, really, Gwendolen, I must say that I think there are lots of other much nicer names. I think Jack, for instance, a charming name.

Gwendolen: Jack? . . .No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations . . .

I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment's solitude.

When this line was read aloud in my high school English class, my friend glanced at me with a superior grin on his face. I smacked him with my homework.

Signed:

John Lucien