The Ostrich
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Coming across the Ostrich in the library, his nose literally in a large book. Not for him Cost-Benefit Analysis, Rostow's take-off, Pareto's curves. He would be reading poetry from old musty books that perhaps no one looked at except him. He once looked up at me as I passed, his eyes weird and bulging from the strain he was putting them through. He quoted the Andalusian poet Ibn Zaydun,

Yes, I have remembered you with longing, at al-Zahra,
when the horizon was bright and the face of the earth gave pleasure,
and the breeze was soft in the late afternoon,
as if it had pity on me.

I smiled at him then, wondering if he could see my smile, knowing he was memorizing the poem.

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