I spent me pay like a bloody fool
So while I punted the first of my afternoon commitments, which was my cousins' letter-writing party, I did make it to the second, which was a picnic on Cambridge Common with the once and future Anarchist Society of Shakespeareans, and I had a much better time than I was expecting with the conversations ranging from children's books to family histories to competitive hospital stories (the other person won), and I admit that I bought the small neat teal-green Penguin edition of William Dampier's Piracy, Turtles & Flying Foxes (1697/2007) based almost strictly on its title, but the basement of the Harvard Book Store had about half a dozen of the Penguin Great Journeys in the travel section and I couldn't afford them all, and I am not looking forward to my doctor's appointment in about eight hours, especially since I stayed awake to write a post which I did not manage to finish, but the point here is that I would need to pry myself away from this keyboard no matter what, because I just exclaimed to
spatch: "What price Hollywood? What price salvation now? But for Wales!—" by which I intended to convey my disappointment in screenwriters, and when I turn into quotations I need to head for bed.

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And get this damn job over boys........ :o)
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Who wouldn't!? Or at least take it off the shelf and have a rummage through. That's a wonderful title.
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What a delightful way to phrase it!
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I think a series of travel literature by penguins would be delightful. I bet it would include great places to eat fish.
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Thank you for understanding!
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Thank you!
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And get this damn job over boys........
Exactly.
(Haul on the bowline, Kitty comes from Liverpool . . .)
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Thank you! I am thinking that if some of the others are left over whenever I return to the Harvard Book Store, they may need to come home with me. I know they're selections, but the one I got was pretty great.