Here I am, fully a third of the
way through my project, (less thirty-three and a third words), resting and
ready, and there comes a knock at the door and it's my postman Bob who hands me
a box.
I tip him, $33.33.
I open the box and voilà! it's a statue of the
greatest writer of the 20th century!
I check the return address. Santa
Claus?!? Living in North Bay?!? Who
knew he lived (just a guess) at 19 Canterbury Crescent?!?
I had to take a photograph of this
bust, propped upon collections of his masterpieces. Ladies and gentlemen:
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