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Weeks when you've already got what's normally a full week's quota of queries by the end of Wednesday shape up to be busy weeks. Bah.
However, it is always a cheering thing to show up at a meeting and then to find that you have misremembered, and it is not in fact your turn to take the minutes, but someone else's turn.
Put in my usual French manga order for amazon.fr (together with the latest book from the Requiem graphic novel series) and will now be watching the post even more than usual.
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"Are you sure," asked Jacques Two, of Defarge, "that no embarrassment can arise from our manner of keeping the register? Without doubt it is safe, for no one beyond ourselves can decipher it; but shall we always be able to decipher it -- or, I ought to say, will she?"
"Jacques," returned Defarge, drawing himself up, "if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone, she would not lose a word of it -- not a syllable of it. Knitted, in her own stitches and her own symbols, it will always be as plain to her as the sun. Confide in Madame Defarge. It would be easier for the weakest poltroon that lives to erase himself from existence than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge."
-- A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
However, it is always a cheering thing to show up at a meeting and then to find that you have misremembered, and it is not in fact your turn to take the minutes, but someone else's turn.
Put in my usual French manga order for amazon.fr (together with the latest book from the Requiem graphic novel series) and will now be watching the post even more than usual.
---
"Are you sure," asked Jacques Two, of Defarge, "that no embarrassment can arise from our manner of keeping the register? Without doubt it is safe, for no one beyond ourselves can decipher it; but shall we always be able to decipher it -- or, I ought to say, will she?"
"Jacques," returned Defarge, drawing himself up, "if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone, she would not lose a word of it -- not a syllable of it. Knitted, in her own stitches and her own symbols, it will always be as plain to her as the sun. Confide in Madame Defarge. It would be easier for the weakest poltroon that lives to erase himself from existence than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge."
-- A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
