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When I was in Loretto recently my mother and I both fondly remembered a short essay written by one of the English professors at the university back in the 80s.  She couldn't find her copy of it at her house.  I said I thought we might have a reprint of it that my father sent to me decades ago; I looked through a folder where I keep miscellaneous dear things and it wasn't there, but today Chris found it in his file cabinet.