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An insightful and mostly irreverent poke at books I have read and loved or hated. This may become an ongoing blog antic.
The first shall derive from papers I submitted to the interminably patient faculty at the Valencia Campus of UNM. Sometimes I just need to cheer myself up this way.
To paraphrase my Mother (and her Mother) 
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