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What will I be doing on July 16th, you ask? That's right: attending the birthday bash of an aged relation. To relieve the tension, I have embarked upon further literary attempts which I may inflict on some poor unfortunates among you, will you or nil you. Eventually.
I confess: I've been reading P.G. Wodehouse lately, instead of practicing like mad in preparation for Boston Harbor. It's hard to work up enthusiasm when one's untutored audience says nothing but "You really should work on that bowing" and "What happened? It used to sound fine" and things of that sort. Much better to observe the psychology of the individual in literary action.
I confess: I've been reading P.G. Wodehouse lately, instead of practicing like mad in preparation for Boston Harbor. It's hard to work up enthusiasm when one's untutored audience says nothing but "You really should work on that bowing" and "What happened? It used to sound fine" and things of that sort. Much better to observe the psychology of the individual in literary action.
