Well, now we know. The end of the world will include Christ making a pit stop in Missouri. Hilarious, and this man is purportedly brilliant. I despair of you all this evening, and you can take it or leave it, though I have made an effort to moderate my tone in recent weeks. My edition is out on loan and I have no regrets as to that, as I do not despair, quite, of my young Ulysses instructor. He is affable; he is busy, but should he stop by, my seal of approval is in the air. You're doing a fine job.
I am busy as well, but not affable, quite, and will return, hopefully around Monday morning, with new post, revisions, maybe the ghost of Eliot and his gentlemanly prejudices. I should be able to leave section 202 housing without it evolving into a death sentence, and that is so humorous that it should be good enough for a stroke at my wake.
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