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Somewhere between a quarter and a third of the way through the copy-edits. We make progress.
Back to work tomorrow, and must apologise for my illness. Well, not apologise for being ill in the sense that it was my fault, but more in the "sorry to have caused everyone else inconvenience" expression which civility expects. You know what I mean.
Have just finished reading Mirbeau's Torture Garden. A seriously disturbing book. Why did I read it, you ask? Because the Theatre of the Grand Guignol borrowed chunks of it for one of their plays, and I'm hopeless when it comes to following an interesting trail. So I have nobody to blame but myself.
Back to work tomorrow, and must apologise for my illness. Well, not apologise for being ill in the sense that it was my fault, but more in the "sorry to have caused everyone else inconvenience" expression which civility expects. You know what I mean.
Have just finished reading Mirbeau's Torture Garden. A seriously disturbing book. Why did I read it, you ask? Because the Theatre of the Grand Guignol borrowed chunks of it for one of their plays, and I'm hopeless when it comes to following an interesting trail. So I have nobody to blame but myself.
