If I could travel back in time, there are some contemporaries I would thrash when they were third graders. "I don't know! Some short bald man came out of nowhere and punched me!"

Next line:

Je ne veux pas dire que jamais, durant ces années, je n'ai éprouvé de sentiment de bonheur ou de joie.

I don't want to say that never, in those days, did I not experience happiness or joy.

In 2017, I read Édouard Louis's *En finir avec Eddy Bellegueule* (published in English as *The End of Eddy,* but I read it in French, because I could). The opening line really struck me.

De mon enfance je n'ai aucun souvenir heureux.

I have no happy memories of my childhood.

I feel that.

I recently read "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" and the gimmick/twist is indeed fantastic. You find out that [redacted].

(I have read the book, so I'm only joking in keeping this spoiler free. I know, but I'm not telling.)

Which we will still be able to do (and I love using mine as a scratchpad, so much nicer than scribbling something down that quickly becomes waste paper). We won't be able to scan and OCR our notes.

I wish I could be surprised that law scholars who claim to be so focused on original intent can so easily ignore the stated intent of those who wrote the laws, but there's only so far I can go.

Let’s start an over 30 selfie thread. 😏

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Dwarfs/dwarves, and he admitted to a friend he had simply gotten it wrong but decided to bluster his way out of it (and managed to).

Of course, they could brandish a publication of the American Chemical Society, which still follows Janet Dodd's idiosyncratic practice of "logical punctuation." That she says this practice "differs from other authorities" (ACS Style Guide, p 63) shows there should have been questions.

Now I want to make mincemeat pie on Thursday.

Homemade mincemeat isn't difficult to make and using prepared mincemeat is dead simple. Making a mincemeat pie is trivial.

Getting people to eat mincemeat pie is well nigh impossible.