As I write this [substack] post, I am surrounded by books and papers, some of which I have read all or part of, and all of which I had planned in earnest to read eventually when I first decided to let them share my space; they are peering over my shoulder, crowding in on me, judging; I am claustrophobic in their presence. Sometimes I just stand and star…
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