studious goddess studious goddess i saw you, looking for books tried to get a better look without staring but you walked away "Ah well", i said, grabbed an armload of books suddenly, you ask me for help you were amused at my befuddlement; i, at first, couldn't find the biography of chekhov (the russian playwrite, not enterprise helmsman) you looked into my eyes and smiled, and suddenly all the evil i've been suffering from the Year of Darkness melted away. i found your book, and you left but i eagerly await your return, studious goddess