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You may not appreciate this but 
I once ran into Hugh Nibley— 
at Smith’s market in Provo— 
you know, the guy who wrote all 
that deep stuff about the Book of 
Mormon, and how the Egyptians 
had temple ceremonies just like us…. 
Haven’t you read any of them? 

Anyway, I was shopping—I’d just 
turned down this all but deserted 
aisle—when lo! Nibley unmistakable 
(I’d seen him at BYU)—he’s ninety 
at least—just two twinkling eyes 
in this shrunken (pre-mummified?) 
body. I ran to get my boys—they 
were over in videos, as usual. 

“Who’s Hugh Nibley?” “I’ll tell ya later.”
Well, he was still there, looking for I 
forget what—we helped him while 
I did the introductions. And he was totally
gracious. Finally I said, “I’m so-and-
so the poet” (as if he’d know); but 
all he said, as he shuffled off, was, “Ah! 
Poetry! We need more of that!” 

(We do?)