Author:  Mary Karr
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I liked to call myself a poet and had affected a habit of reading classical texts {in translation, of course – I was a lazy student}. I would ride the Greyhound for thirty-six hours down from the Midwest to Leechfield, then spend days dressed in black in the scalding heat of my mother's front porch reading Homer {or Ovid or Virgil} and waiting for someone to ask me what I was reading. No one ever did. People asked me what I was drinking, how much I weighed, where I was living, and if I had married yet, but no one gave me a chance to deliver my lecture on Great Literature.

( Mary Karr )
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