Quiet again, and clarity. Grade their little papers, tweak the Romantic syllabus, post their assignments on nicenet, pack for Appleton, WI, photocopies, lead workshop, teach Blake, get in the car with Pam. Grab the Campus Diversity Committee file before you go--you can do some of that stuff in the car--drop off Romulus. Drive. Six hours. Look forward to new landscape, a hotel room, learning something new about the job. And when you're tired, sleep. Simple. If my head would only work all day the way it does at 4 in the morning after dreaming of my little bluetick hound again. He was living with an ostrich the size of a small car. They kept their money under the rug and everywhere leaves were falling while we stood on my grandmother's porch.

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And Blake:

IV

The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round, even of a universe, would soon become a mill with complicated wheels.

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