Tuesday, June 24, 2008

"Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue."

Yeah, Ms. Woolf, it's true. Today I felt proficient because I made a little pun in French. Discussing our attachés, who each work on a different branch of science and many of whom are leaving soon, I said "on est attaché à nos attachés" ("We're attached to our attachés.") That was my foolproof reasoning as to why we should have nice champagne and dessert going away parties for them...which we will actually undoubtedly have. Woot.

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