Another year rolls by....
Which I suppose is some cause for moderate celebration? I cite my beloved Dame Rebecca's apercu in Black Lamb and Grey Falcon that Proust has pointed out that if one goes on performing any action, however banal, long enough, it automatically becomes "wonderful": a simple walk down a hundred yards of village is "wonderful" if is made every Sunday by an old lady of eighty.
(though I'm not quite to that point of amazing wonderfulness yet).
Anyway, dr rdrz, my dearios, in accordance with tradition, I pass around the usual virtual offering of rich dark ginger cake (including gluten- and dairy-free options) and glasses of (exceeding sanitive) madeira (I think I have completely exhausted all the Duke of Clarence jokes over the years) and alternative beverages, and raise a glass to my companions along this journey, which has by now extended so many years. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2826026.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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