So I brought in some copies of the chap to the bookstore this morning to put on consignment there, and I'm showing it to the owner, Gary, and he squints at it and says, "Compostition Marble"?
Yup. There's a typo on the cover.
But you know what? Compostition is an extremely cool neologism: in addition to "composition" I hear compost and stich and even superstition in it. It's actually quite appropriate to the text, though not my original intention. So I think I'll let it stand. I only wish it were also "properly misspelled" on the title page as well.
We are all of us in the gutter/margins/prisonhouse of language, but some of us are looking at the stars.
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