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Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Biz and numerology
Eleven. And soon thirteen. I feel rather like Bilbo Baggins, preparing for his "eleventy-first" birthday party. How did I manage so many? And yet it is a mere speck by the count of the Victorians like George MacDonald and Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins. I've barely begun.
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Bravo, Marly, and here's to scores more!
ReplyDeleteWell, some, anyway... I hope! If the brain will keep puttering along properly.
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