I’m home. I’m subdued. I’m making myself a stiff drink.
It’s not going to be a good school year for me.
But these dark clouds do have some positives. You’ll have to read my memoirs to find out….
Meanwhile, I read that Harris’s first interview, which was chaperoned, was a disaster. The NYT will probably say it was successful.
The used book I bought in Brandon, on a whim, is turning out be be a diamond in the rough purchase: the poems of Saint John the Cross, translated by Roy Campbell, are stirring.
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