In the midst of about 40 hours of doing nothing but fixing bibliography and notes for a massive volume. The book was translated from the Italian (and translated into Italian originally from probably five different languages [damn overachievers]), and I'm searching the Webz looking for translations of Italian, French, and Spanish (so far) minutiae, like documentation abbreviations. If I had a foot in the door in Sanskrit, I'd be there, too.
And I'm listening to Keith Jarrett at present. I can't tell if his groaning is his groaning, my stomach, or the mascot whining.
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