gnus: The End
10 The End
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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.