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My Mentor Died Last Month

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My Mentor Died

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My mentor died last month. I'd never let him be the kind of guy  I went to often to ventilate or guide my undergraduate studies.

My mentor died last month. To me he was a god with skinny hairless  arms beneath his wide suit jacket and so-sharp sensitivity he seemed always ill,  like Fellini's god so ailing.

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My mentor died last month. He drank way too much. When talking to me  he never stammered but relaxed and crooned and I felt like a healer, my love  for him so deep it throbbed in the air between us.

My mentor lived eighty years that amazed all who knew him. A genius in  the purest sense but so tender, so caring, he followed me as I fled him, not  knowing what a mentor was. I was at the same time so flattered.

Our brief intereactions were so magic.

He drew me out of such a low abyss I was dying and so enflamed me  with passion for antiquity's languages I returned to him five years later as a master while he held back tears.

"I went into classics because it was more practical [than Indo-European],  I told him." He chuckled.

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But for me it was a slow path into the present from a past I had to swim  through slowly and put on until my first book turned inside-out the present.

He turned me into Nietzsche's child, needing the past before the present, the  present only after a deeply intuited antiquity.

Did he know I wrote a book? Would he have liked it and been proud? At a  level between us it was for him, a present of the present, paling beside what  he gave me--my own spirit, a light within that I was special that has kept me  alive when it hasn't done far more.

My mentor died last month. He came back to me as a youth last week to tell  me.

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Marta Steele is an author/editor/blogger who has been writing for since 2006. She is also author of the 2012 book "Grassroots, Geeks, Pros, and Pols: The Election Integrity Movement's Nonstop Battle to Win Back the People's Vote, (more...)

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