More Chateaubriand

Chateaubriand is winding up now, discoursing on the post-revolution future of French society. Should we go down the American route of universal mediocrity, he muses? Or the Chinese route, where they have already discovered everything, invented everything, and now lounge around in the Celestial Empire doing nothing? What will language be like when everything is homogenised? Will there be a simplified bastardised language available to all, while each nation uses its own language internally? As previously noted, how very prescient he seems!

The crater in my leg is getting shallower and drier every day. It is like a little dried-up pool, with a spring in the bottom of it. I’m curious to see whether there will be a scar. LSS says there will and that this is what happens to people who don’t take their antibiotics.

I asked Curly this morning what happens to little girls who don’t put on their shoes when their mother tells them to.
- What, she said.
- Nobody knows, I said. Do you know why?
- Why?
- Because they’re NEVER SEEN AGAIN.

Pause.

- [in a small voice] You wouldn’t really do that to me, would you, Mummy?

She only does it to get hugs.

While we are in our rented accommodation, we will be internet-less and piano-less. How will I survive? At least at work I can access the internet, but I am seriously contemplating buying an electronic keyboard just to get through those 3 months. Our current neighbours will be very glad not to hear the Sinfonia from the beginning of the Marriage of Figaro being massacred on a daily basis.