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Yours? Damned good!!! My comments are like cursing in church.
ReplyDeleteBecause you're almost the only one who does it? If it's of any comfort, here at the Everyday Church of Odds and Ends Hagiology everybody goes around speaking to her/himself. And the oaths, curses and swearwords section is one we're particularly devoted to. We glad you like the martian family.
ReplyDeleteI meant that all or most of my comments are banal and stupid and they are killing the romance and sense of mystisism that hangs around in the air here. I'm cursing in church... or perhaps I should say I'm like a large drunk Australian fishmonger who tries to join in a choir of Monteverdi madrigals.
ReplyDeleteI just don't know what to say most of the time! That's just who I am. I'm that silent figure, standing in the back, looking really interested at his own hand when you watch him, but if you look out of the corner of your eye, you can see he pays close attention.
you're talking to a drunk fish here, so please be kind to madrigalmongers. And i don't mean me.
ReplyDeleteYou are nice. Really.
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