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Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper is slowly recovering his emotional equilibrium–such as it was, after losing three days of computer work on a project he has been working on since the days of hand-cranked automobiles.
Usually, Phyllis can repair his keyboard fumbling, but something mysterious occurred this time, and three days of the keeper’s laborious, irreplaceable creativity was as gone as the morning fog. Given his age, this has significant meaning, comparable perhaps to losing your high school diploma on the way to college or flushing your wallet down the toilet or noticing that the dog is no longer attached to the end of the leash.
There is such a firm connection to this kind of thing with personal stupidity that the feeling of disappointment is magnified until the keeper knows exactly how Custer felt toward the end of the battle, or why captain Ahab could not talk about Moby Dick without using extensive profanity.
         A man of the keeper’s advanced age should be physically restrained from having anything to do with computers, and if Phyllis really loved him, as she professes to, she would throw his mouse and keyboard out the Vista West 5th floor window, if not him.
