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Maine

Well, your humble and obedient scribe is retreating to the coast of Maine, whence the defeated loyal men of Berwick fled after suffering defeat at the hands of the wretched Cromwell in the Battle of Dunbar. I am bringing a few friends along, including Mssrs. Trollope, Goethe, Burns, Chesterton, Balzac, von Rezzori, and a Ms. Undset (I am finally more than two-thirds of the way through Kristin Lavransdatter). There may also be a corgi or two. Internet connectivity very sketchy in those parts, though I will see if I can send a pigeon back to Hogarth if any news. (Doubtful it would do any good; the last e-mail I had him send he instinctively translated into dots and dashes — he does remind me of Uncle Otto sometimes).

So I bid you farewell, and you can expect my return in a fortnight’s time, invigorated anew by the salty breeze.

Published at 11:41 am on Friday 13 August 2010. Categories: Errant Thoughts Frettecat Journal Tags: , .
Comments

The photo is beautiful, it looks like such a pleasant place. Have a wonderful vacation

— valeria kondratiev 13 Aug 2010 3:48 pm

When, if ever, are you going to settle down?

— jedesto 11 Oct 2010 10:23 am
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