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25 feb 2003

Ken Irby just stopped by my table in the cafeteria as I was drinking my morning coffee to tell me that Maurice Blanchot had died. For me an essential writer. Irby rarely stops to talk, though I see him quite a bit either here on campus or at Border's. He is not unfriendly in the least; there is just some barrier I haven't been able to cross.

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