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We'll be drinking today. Enough to make us feel like we're stumbling around Dublin.
Then tomorrow we'll be thinking this...
"How sick, sick, sick I am of Dublin! It is the city of failure, of rancor and of unhappiness. I long to be out of it."
-James Joyce, August 22, 1909
And back to pretending we are somehow German and perhaps in Berlin or some such place not really speaking much German other than Über and ist and gut, and also back to posting as usual.
We're trying. Give us credit for that, please.