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industry had brought upon the earth, Nerthus, the mother goddess, the giver of life, Gaea, the foundation, Tellus, mother of humanity.. mother of mysteries ..Demeter.. and the river, the god of rivers saved his daughter Daphne from the Cupidity of Apollo.. "Everything!" was her echo as she took the stairs in two's with books embraced in her arms against her breast, a child of knowledge in birth from library stacks to the ever rising mountain of reading consumed at frightening speed by this would be hero. We of clay, deputies of Khnum, to purify that clay, thus ourselves. The library was not closed that evening until well after midnight. After all, there was a river to be saved, and perhaps one might have to save one or more of those noble men set to its rescue. Even so, there were pesky details. Men in groups, none alone. Buddy systems would have to be layered on the needs of the job and the peculiarities of water dredging equipment. Telephone numbers of all the rescue centers, poison control, fire departments - especially those with long reaching bucket trucks and helicopters, and, let's see, yes clergy. Just in case. "With all that planning, what could really go wrong?" was a test question he repeatedly posed himself, trying to preempt fate with preparation. Assurance comes from preparation. It also comes from being in the right place. All that preparation! Luck comes to the prepared. He heard that somewhere. His night brought only little sleep. You can crush yourself in preparation if you don't know what you are preparing for. "Sleep. Come on. Get to sleep. Got to be ready..." "Ready.. ready.. ready.. for what? The ringing in my head? The damn ringing? Won't go away! Ringing? The clock!" He startled to his feet and whacked the clock silent. It was time. It was time for the river, time for men to make a difference. Off he went to his post.