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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
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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.
Oh dear! Hope you find a repair or new one soon and you'll be back in business. Have a good trip!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marja-Leena... I'll have to see. Crossing fingers and toes!
DeleteThe death of an apple is a sad, sad event. Please accept my condolences.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind sympathy, Monsieur RT! Hope all is well with teaching and life in general--glad to see you...
DeleteLife in the classroom is a Jekyll and Hyde paradox: I love to teach; I hate to teach. Ask me on Tuesday, and I will tell you about the love affair. Ask me on Wednesday, and I will sound like a murderous sociopath. Ain't life grand!
ReplyDelete'Tis. There's so much of everything in it.
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