Trips to tropical islands and brisk harbour-esque swims are both terrifically carcinogenic, so best you stay as far away from those as you can manage. Rousseau, on the other hand, when taken in moderation leads to increased production of anti-oxidants and helps to control outbreaks of Blatherskites.This is all true.
Melvyn seemed to have a good week this week and you can still download it (I think the Guardian said it was the worst program on British radio, but I love it because I am a nerd- and they've just done your least favourite Shakespeare, as well as The Social Contract).A very impressive day's work on your sister's part.
Good points, Martin, good points.Eyrie, thanks for that! You're an unfailing source of good things internetian.
I fear that that is an attribute of which I may have some difficulty making productive use. Nevertheless, since one good turn deserves another, I discovered just last week, much to my delight, that Samuel Pepys has a blog.
Undoubtedly worth a pepys, that. I'll just lepys over to pepys at Pepys. It's sure to have hepys of good stuff.
One good turn by you deserves another good turn also by you? That sounds a very generous philosophy.(As for you, Timoth, you are a punning gem in the gritty rubble of an all too punless world.)
One good turn by you deserves another good turn also by you?Yes, it's called a Catholic upbringing, but I have a therapeutic project whereby I gradually, probably over the course of many decades, attempt to whittle down my mother's overdeveloped sense of guilt and good manners and make headway against my own in the process. To wit, just this saturday, I convinced her to hide when the marauding real estate agents came to her door, instead of inviting them in for tea and coffee. I expect that we will both be reformed in about twenty years or so."To pepys" would be to squint through an eyeglass, I fancy. The other benefit of his blog (and I know Herr Train would appreciate this as much as I do) is that one can discover what the weather was like in London around this time in 1665 and what manner of arcane debates they were having in parliament on this very day (ripe for HSC-setting, say I!).
Is one not supposed to read Cervantes in bed while eating chocolate?
Is one not? I think one is, if one wants. In fact, I will give a dollar to anyone who spends tomorrow in bed reading Cervantes and eating chocolate.
Allors! Impressif! I will wire your dollar through posthaste. Gosh, that chocolate looks good. Not to mention that Cervantes.
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