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9. The End

Well, that's the manual--you can get on with your life now. Keep in touch. Say hello to your cats from me.

My ghod---I just can't stand goodbyes. Sniffle.

Ol' Charles Reznikoff said it pretty well, so I leave the floor to him:

Te Deum Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring. Not for victory
but for the day's work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.


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