Streams of Consciousness - Recursive Function

On reading Wallace

I recently read an essay by David Foster Wallace in which Wallace comprehensively analyzes and criticises the work of Joseph Frank, an author, essayist, and literary analyst who has written four volumes on the life and writings of Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.  I bring this to your attention for no purpose other than the selfish desire to engage in the delicious recursiveness that results from a writer (me), writing about a writer (David Foster Wallace), writing about a writer (Joseph Frank), writing about a writer (Dostoevsky).

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[Jack Isaac]

so the story unfolds as a Mandelbrot. Or, if am wrong about that, then shall I have visions of MC Escher? Dave, would I be correct in saying that "Streams of Consciousness" is a diary? This is an important question because it will help me assay your essay in technical review of "Oh, So That's Why?"