IB, the constant companion, relentless taskmaster, and on-call therapist of ENGL7395, passed away today due to internal complications stemming from starvation for intellectual material, severely depleted in these difficult times of Final Paper drought. IB was approximately 13 weeks old.
He wasn't always easy to live with; his refusal to define his own genre and his inability to commit to convention earned him the reputation of “sneaky bastard” (Daly 1). An unreliable confidant, he had an obnoxious way of sharing your secrets with everyone and anyone who so much as asked to see them. But in his defense, he did so out of the best of intentions. His ability to instigate stimulating conversation was legendary, and he was the very best of all listeners, a patient sounding board through thick and thin. Those who may have grumbled about him in life most certainly miss him in death; may the spirit of inquiry live on in his absence. It is a remarkable legacy indeed.
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