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I’m reading Shakespeare’s sonnets in a 1961 Cambridge University edition I got from a dead friend’s apartment, with a cranky intro by a blind editor. Pages fall out as I read, which reminds me of a story about an old woman who read one page of the Bible every morning in the outhouse, then used that page as toilet paper.
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