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Lost and Found

        hearing, that a few pundits with axes to grind will condemn Lost and
        Found out of hand and the public won’t pay it serious attention.”
          “I appreciate your candor, Demi. ‘Book Tour’ exists to fill a gap
        between  the  trade  hardcover  thriller  or  romance  novel  and  the
        esoteric  university  press  publications  best  described  as  elaborated
        doctoral  theses.  You  are  to  be  congratulated  for  expressing  some
        fairly difficult concepts in a very accessible style.”
          “And my  poor liver / Chopped may yet quiver / On the block
        where you live.”
          “Uh,  I’m  not  sure  our  viewers  caught  the  significance  of  that
        remark, Ransom.”
          “Let  me  try,  Percy:  I’ve  gotten  quite  good  at  interpreting  his
        language.”
          “Ha-ha! I’ll bet you have! Please do.”
          “Okay. He is referring to the inherent conflict of interest between
        the  stated  goal  of  your  presentation,  putatively  a  governmentally-
        sanctioned  public  service,  and  its  major  support  by  several  large
        corporations in control of most of the imprints in the United States.”
          “Hmm. Let’s move on quickly, as our time  is limited,  to exactly
        what is the  central  theme  of  Lost and Found. Can you  give  it to us
        succinctly, Demi?”
          “Certainly, Percy. As a poet, Ransom has spent a good deal of time
        on  introspection  as  well  as  keen  observation  of  the  world  around
        him.  He  will  soon  be  eighty,  so  you  can  imagine  the  wealth  of
        imagery he has accumulated over that lifetime. In looking at that span
        of creative activity, he was struck by its resemblance to a bell curve in
        certain  respects.  His  natural  curiosity  led  him  to  examine  both
        himself  and  others  in  that  light,  and  the  results  are  what  we’ve
        compiled in Lost and Found. It is typical of Ransom’s optimistic spirit
        that his findings did not become a source of despair and an excuse
        for retreat from his chosen field of endeavor.”
          “Time is not before one’s eyes / Dung beetles backward push their
        prize.”
          “There you have it, Percy: he can say more in one couplet than I
        can  in  a  paragraph.  But  to  continue.  The  poet—or  any  artist
        dependent  on  inspiration—begins  mental  life  in  a  state  of
        incoherence,  the  brain’s  inherited  template  rapidly  customizing  a
        mind capable of returning new images and linguistic constructions to

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