So amid the lows and lows that occasionally crop up in certain professional weeks, the fellow who comes in and borrows my German dictionary, my pasta cookbooks, my psychology tomes - sees my display of Gilgamesh (which I ordered for the library because the first stanza struck me so achingly many years ago) and says,"Is that to borrow? I have always wanted to read it."
I'm back.
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