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There it is again, that frightening understatement. Not a banality of evil, but perhaps fear—or rather, the possibility of fear? “Elevatorphobia is a kind of claustrophobia,” Paumgarten writes, “and as such the fear is as much of experiencing fear—of having a panic attack in an enclosed space—as it is of the thing itself.” It’s easy to think of writing itself as panic attack in an enclosed space, and the real work of writers is overcoming the fear of that panic attack.

And if anyone is doing anything illegal they can file a class action suit like they did with Diamond Cable.

Bast said he hasn’t read any of the things that came in the mail (“like you didn’t even read them hey? Bast says it would take a month just to read Moody’s.

The other fun thing about Ween is that in addition to pretty much none of their albums sounding alike, pretty much none of their songs sound alike.

So you can’t tell if you’ll like any other Ween songs based on this one. And if, like me, you haven’t see the video in twenty years, check it out had lots of locations and historical photo-op type things.

Elevators are the most horrible places imaginable about two percent of their time.

For the other ninety-eight percent of the time, elevators have little sex appeal, and so do 8,000-word features on them. Now go: He occupied himself with thoughts of remaining calm and decided that he’d better not do anything drastic, because, whatever the malfunction, he thought it unwise to jostle the car, and because he wanted to be (as he thought, chuckling to himself) a model trapped employee.

As the emergency bell rang and rang, he began to fear that it might somehow—electricity? He also began hearing unlikely oscillations in the ringing: aural hallucinations. It’s clear that Paumgarten sat down for an extensive talk with Nicholas White, but there’s hardly a word from him here: it’s all in his head.

This is a curious and tricky point of view for a writer.

He shrunk from the press, he sued the building, he settled for peanuts, and he disappeared to Anguilla for two months, effectively quitting his job at the magazine.

Paumgarten reveals in his closing paragraphs that in the spring of 2008 White still didn’t have steady work, living with almost ten years of grief after 41 hours of loss.

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