At last it has happened: that cozy, comfortable, suitably extra-large garment that everyone has waited for, that one thing most pleasant to sleep in beneath the comforter on a blustery night, or to wear without a jacket on a balmy, but not yet hot, spring evening has gone into production; this t-shirt will announce to viewers in the outside world your contribution to the ongoing life of this magazine, and your pleasure in the reading of things Proust, and may even provide an opportunity for you to encourage others to explore the literary treasure given us by the man whose name it sports, and for all these happy functions the wearer need only send one twenty dollar bill, one of those bits of currency that so easily slip through one's hands without providing even the slightest pleasure so continual, memorable, useful and supportive, and that negligable expenditure includes not only the cost of this piece of clothing, which you may wear until it falls into shreds from countless laundrings, but also the cost of postage and handling, unless you are a resident of a country other than the US, in which case postage will be slightly more.
Send CASH, that green stuff, to Proust Said That, PO Box 420436, San Francisco, CA 94142-0436, USA. Include all the particulars of your mailing address, and that you specifically want the t-shirt as opposed to a subscription, or better yet, send $8 along for a subscription, too.
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