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I've just finished two Tom Robbin's books in a row. I can't believe the man has only written eight books, of which I've read five in the last year. I'd never heard of him until someone read some of my short stories and said that my style reminded them of Tom. So I immediately set out to read him. He's one of my favorite authors of all time now. Last night, at the end of Villa Incognito, like a rabbit from a hat, this magician conjured tears of transcendent joy from my inspired eyes.

You may tell the greatest lies
And wear a brilliant disguise
But you can't escape the eyes
Of the one who sees right through you.

In the end what will prevail
Is your passion not your tale,
For love is the Holy Grail,
Even in Cognito.

So listen to me, sister,
And pay close attention, mister:
It's very good to play the game,
Amuse the gods, avoid the pain,
But don't trust fortune, don't trust fame,
Your real self doesn't know your name
And in that we're all the same:
We're all incognito.