Poets Anna Moschovakis and Elizabeth Treadwell were superb tonight. I was lightly confounded a larger throng did not show up—particularly as we'd already sold almost twice as many copies of Anna's I Have Not Been Able to Get Through to Everyone as we have of Barack Obama's The Audacity of Hope. Then again, I am easily confounded. Then again, the throngette was warm and merry. As an oftener reading-misser than
-maker I have to understand. Indeed I do so well I live with chagrin, a small chagrin, but it takes up half my bedspace. I don't want to complain, but I am in constant agony.

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