a pipe

 

Today I sat in the freezing cold, wrapped in several layers of insulation, read from Don Quixote, drank dark coffee, and smoked my pipe (the image above). I have to say most of the time I am more the fool than the wise man. Still, I read an amazing chapter from Cervantes that, if I had the time, would quote it at length here.

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