Repairing to the Major's place in downtown Australopithecine we sit on the porch sipping tea and sharing a chocolate hobnob (the local store sells them at a price slightly short of the cost of an Aston Martin). Lolling in the sunshine, watching the vultures circling overhead, I listen to the urgent threnody of miscellaneous Insecta in the shrubbery and the barking calls of the sambar and langur (or is that lumbar and Shergar?)
"By gad, Carruthers, it's not like the old place!"
"Nay lad," he replies, "who'd a thowt it?"
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It all sounds delightful. Is anybody actually reading those books in the library? (Sorry, I'm getting cynical, but here in Romania I swear people buy them by the yard for display on their shelves.)
Allegedly so, according to the statistics.
If you were to read some of the comments about libraries in the national press you'd think that the only thing we should do is buy books by the yard for display purposes.
You're whetting my appetite for the annual university book sale (thousands of used books donated for the purpose). Several of the colleges at University of Toronto participate. Its a book buying bonanza!
I feel as though I needed a Canadian/English translation dictionary for parts of your post!
There's folk who require English/English subtitles to this blog!
I just want you to know it was a pleasure having you in the Fort Baxter / Sheboygan / Australopithecine triangle. Some of the other staff ay the Sauna were impressed by your Birch-Twig work.
How kind. Thank you Major. I may have found a new vocation.
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