Two years ago I met a balding man in a noisy lecture hall. As frail as he was, he stood a good six inches above me. He'd just finished a reading and I politely pushed my way down the stairs to catch him quickly in hopes to do more than just shake his hand. We exchanged few words, but I've followed his work since. His voice and hands were
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