13th November, Paris
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably oughtn’t to post anything about this, but did.
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably oughtn’t to post anything about this, but did.
In Which Your Humble Blogger whistles in the dark.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows things, many valuable things, that he hadn’t known before. Isn’t it nice to know a lot!
In Which Your Humble Blogger has strong opinions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a book right in his damn’ wheelhouse, is what.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spends the bulk of the note disagreeing with someone smarter and more knowledgeable than YHB.
In Which Your Humble Blogger totally fails to imagine himself in either world.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is tempted to… you know what? Never mind, it’s too obvious.
In Which Your Humble Blogger mostly wrote this on the 5th and is putting that as the publishing date, and isn’t going back to check for more plate appearances in the last couple of days, because ugh.