Even during a beach vacation, I have little interest in plying my strength against the ancient ocean’s mighty blows or fending off the constant accumulation of wind-blown salt deposits upon my eyeglasses. And so I remain quite content to live indoors with my books, or, if my wife gives me that sweet, sweet look and …
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The Summ Of All Tears 