She just doesn't want it used for other things with the same errors.
I guess that makes sense. You could, if only you were still writing it, make a point about the conflict between the eternal in-processness of oral tradition versus the finite stopping point of publication... except that you've already hit that finite stopping point!
I am in excruciating back pain this morning. It started yesterday. I think it's because I was hauling around the new laptop and a bunch of books, both in over-the-shoulder bags.
I threw my hip slightly out of socket doiing that. Cute new laptop bag . . OF DEATH
Oh noes, Sean! Be really gentle with yourself. Back pain, it sucks.
I literally have a robin sitting outside my window right now singing at me. He's maybe 15 feet from my head.
Is he bob bob bobbing along?
Or perhaps robbing the rich to give to the poor?
Or just fighting crime alongside the Dark Knight.
Or trying to avenge his slayer mother (whilst posing as the principal of a newly-opened High School)?
Or touting the lifestyles of the rich and famous?