Entrée de Journal Soixante-Quatre: Bad Faith
[Draco lounges outside a cafe in Paris, currently working as a translator for Beckett. Well he's supposed to be, currently he's sipping on a fresh cup of coffee and watching people walk by]
How can so few people speak french? I've never met so many ill educated people in my life. I mean it's hardly mandarin is it? It's the same bloody alphabet.
How can so few people speak french? I've never met so many ill educated people in my life. I mean it's hardly mandarin is it? It's the same bloody alphabet.