Dear Reader: Tuesday evening:
Well, I lied, because I'm back to using my trusty old machine while snafus with the new, improved platform are ironed out--and isn't it lucky that I didn't take it out with the trash this afternoon? If you wish to post any comments, solutions to the riddle, or share condolences, you may still post here. Sorry.
Well this is my last post typed out on this old thing. I thought it perfectly good actually, even though this keyboard is a bit rusty and the fonts often have a mind of their own; I shall miss it. You will laugh to hear that a representative from Elba actually had to fly all the way to the U.S. to ensure I’d finally stop dithering and move to the new-fangled blog site that currently exists as an alternative universe (until we turn it on). My Elbian friends know all too well that in situations like these I have a tendency to display what Nietzsche calls the Russian Fatalism:
“by tenaciously clinging for years to all but intolerable situations, places, apartments, and society, merely because they happened to be given by accident: it was better than changing them, than feeling that they could be changed.” (Ecce Homo, I think it’s Why I am So Wise)
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