Words are inadequate

I felt, and still feel, very small when I think of the man.

"I want to be him when I grow up" is trite and not quite true but it's as close as I've been able to get. He was awe-inspiring.

As for _Against Entropy_, *sheepish* I dropped it into a Word document, set the font to twenty-point Book Antiqua (my favorite font, and as large as could fit one line on a page with one-inch margins), and hit Print. I've not got the patience or the fine motor skills to do calligraphy, or much of anything artsy/crafty really.

uilos has been talking about cross-stitching one or more of the shorter pieces, though. A sonnet, or his grocery-list riff on Christina Rossetti's "When I am dead, my dearest" ("If there is Brie, remember / If Camembert, forget"), or something. You might want to talk to her.