Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Mademoiselle has addressed an ultimatum.
She can support no longer my ignorance and inability to absorb by osmosis (or reflect) even a hint of chic - by which she means *Gallic* chic.
I have been set some homework for which I understand there will be a test.
Et voilà. I have just now demonstrated my urgent need for such education, having nearly come a cropper in this very posting.
Under the impression that a certain phrase meant a cosseted and adored young thing, I was about to use it here before a svelte little cabbage glanced over my shoulder and delivered a resounding thwack round the lug 'ole with her copy of L'Alchimiste.
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