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.