at the Brain Surgery is a hundred and fifty years old, tiny as a wren with orange hair. Her wardrobe is fabulous.
She came in yesterday - a hairy tartan scarf tied round her neck in a manner that I am definitely going to try later, we talked about her new husband:
Is this your first marriage?
Yes, I've done a lot of weird things in my life but until this year I've never been married
Lentils or Pottage?
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Peter E. Gordon, reviewing Paul Reitter’s Englishing of Capital in the LRB
(3 April 2025; archived), provides one of those analyses of translations
that gi...
5 hours ago
It is scarf weather here this week. Looking forward to a report of your scarf experiment!
ReplyDeletetried it - a bit too scratchy for me.
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