24 2 / 2011
She handed the impetus, what a job.
she raised her hands trying to bolster the dying hangdog, but to no avail, FAILED.
Their condemnations were too finessed, their positions so nuanced, THEY ARE TOO REFINED for her taste. Two cannot withstand a million and ten low blows, even mathematics can’t help. Now that he has passed away, she’s got no option but to submit.
C’est la vie my dear friend, c’est la vie.
