11 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.