With all this manure around, there's got to be a pony someplace.
We're reading Camus' The Stranger in English, now. Blech. The translation is flat like four-month-old soda, but to hear my French-Major-Mother tell it, so was Camus, so at least it's consistent. *pulls face* We read Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih before this, which was interesting, even if other kids in my class found it a bit creepy. I said, "Oh, finally we get a sexually dominant sociopath-type-character instead of these wishy-washy would-be mainpulators who've been peppering our texts. *sighs wistfully and thinks of Muraki*" And the rest of the class just sort of edged away slowly. I far prefer sci-fi. *despondent*