And felicitations, cher ram!

Mr. Wonderful, how late we are awake! Of course I was enjoying my evening glass of champagne, until it became midnight, and I see that you were hard at work. Another worthy selection, mon ami.

What a strange week. So little happening and yet so much. Our friends travel to Jackson for the quiet but tres important meeting with M. le Commissioner and now we have the impending visit of our esteemed Robert Campbell. I shall be attending, incognito of course -- in fact, I shall rent a car so as not to be conspicuous in the 'Vette. I was privileged to see the list of items submitted to M. Crofts when a committe member stopped by for tea recently and was most impressed by its clarity and focus. One hopes that he will be able to have a clearer picture of our situation. One hopes for so much . . . well, they say, "Hope everything, expect nothing."
As for myself, I was most ready, as always, to leap into the fray. However, as we move to the end of the semester (so soon!) one senses that dear friends are working much too hard. How sad that more good-byes will be occurring over these next few months, as more valuable senior faculty leave us. Dear Professor Wallace, I am still attempting to finish the many novels of Mrs. Gaskell -- I read them in the bubble bath, but alas, one struggles.

A good morning to you all. I recommend to all those who are fatigued in the struggle, a hearty breakfast, church, a lovely stroll out of doors and a long Sunday nap. You can leap back into the fray on Monday, as shall we all.

C'est la guerre!

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Originally posted by: Invictus
"The minute someone declares that they are world class, you have a pretty good indication that they aren't. But "world class" is a lot like Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville: It's where ever you want it to be. "

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Mais oui, Invictus. It's five o'clock somewhere!