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A poem that a friend sent me a while ago.
In which Alan’s optimism is unassailable.
In which I am not on an airplane.
In which there is dancing.
In which I am subject to one of my occasional bouts of baking.
In which I need to blow my nose.
An affinity between Spinoza and Aristotle.
In which it is 1:30 in the morning.
In which Fr. Curran gives a very fine and edifying sermon.
In which I scheme up a scheme.
In which I am sitting beside Jack Mitchell.
In which I am bored.
In which children endeavour to sort out my life plans.
In which I space out.