You know, it never ends, the number of agents one has to contact. It's apparent that the end is nowhere near in sight and that the list is eternal. I can hope all I want, but if one doesn't want my book--there it is.
Frustration has set in, but I remain somewhat stalwart. I had hoped that before I hit the 71 (actually long before that) agents queried that one would want it, but it's just not to be. So I continue, and I hope, that some intrepid, kind, young agent (who will no doubt be intelligent beyond measure) will pick up my book and say "This I can sell!" And we have a happy ending.
The fun, in the mean time, as always, never ends.