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Of the making of many books, there is no end . . .

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Posted on August 9, 2017August 9, 2017 by Stavia

On this day . . .

. . . I wondered why I was doing this . . .

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Through the door . . .

“My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose –
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.”

Eliot, Burnt Norton.

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Well, existentially, that’s a good question. Why is anyone here? I am here to discuss writing, history and literature.

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