serendipity

On April 18th, I went to the Honors College to look at the space again, and afterwards I stopped by to see Ted Estess, Dean of the College. He wasn't there, but I saw on his administrative assistant's desk a copy of "Not Knowing," an essay written by the late author, Donald Barthelme. Another writer and friend of Donald's (and mine) named Paula Webb, had given a copy of that essay to me 3 weeks earlier after I had told her about my re-reading of Tristram Shandy and my interest in the idea of "not knowing" in his work.