"For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wich that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution amd that they greet me with cires of hate."
We're moving tomorrow. And Friday. And Saturday. Hopefully we'll be done by Saturday. As we're pakcing, I'm packing up all my books. There are a lot of them. And I'm reading bits of some of them as I pack. I have a lot of books. More than the days in the year. Even a leap year. I've read them all, and have re-read a lot of them. It's one of those things that I'm sure some psychologist somewhere could see a fixation. Well, to that person I'm not gonna show my Cd's. Or my collection of q-tips. I'm kidding about the q-tips.
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