sancus, that roman god of oaths, is thus bonded to his scrolls for life.

he lives with polyhymnia in a house that's never still. he is a talented scholar of classics, perhaps the best of his age. I first met him at djerba, in a class on Kant with our lady of sorrows. like me, he acts upon his base desires with equal sanctity as he acts upon those souls of the past. a sentence or two from him, like a diagnosis, always about this aufheben or that ideologue, lifts me out of a stupor in a matter of seconds.