The Scholar

"... and there once was a scholar of some repute. He drifted on through his studies, learning and discovering, proving and refuting. But, observe that he was lonely; he knew not how to approach a woman, nor how to express his love for her. The scholar, who knew so much else, could not learn about this; and thus, he was doomed to a life of loneliness."

Written March 31, 1985.

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