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I went to the catacombs yesterday & came back bearing as a prize a broken radius, the very same bone that I myself have broken. For the fantastic tale of how I smuggled the bone out (and what orifice I used), you'll need to read my forthcoming account of graverobbers & the women who love them (French only).
In local news, Dbar is (considering?) giving a test run to 1664. A number of people this side can handle that.
Selective quote of the day, or all coming days: 'I thought listening to Erik talk about Formula One was tedious. I was wrong.' That is a (selective) vindication. In fact, I'd like to think it's been a day of (selective) vindications. Pat's findings (my paper on the subject having been held up by domestic opposition) show him striving, seeking, finding, and probably having a slash. In the name of the art, sir, you are saluted.