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Oops; I forgot one! Wit! I lack wit as well. I would venture to suppose I average one witty comment a month (whether it's needed or not). I'm not even a good humorist.

My jokes are not funny! My ironies are always a bit off.

Do you mind?

Puns are the death of wit.

If I had a dollar (or better yet a euro) for each of my puns, I would be independently wealthy.

I can't deal with this: Machiavelli and Dante in one sitting is enough to make anyone go off their rocker.

But pretty soon I will get to Rousseau, and then all will be well. Wait, who am I kidding? All will not be well! They'll accuse Rousseau of self-righteous totalitarianism.

Now, Rousseau was a bit of an odd duck, but to claim that he wouldn't have supported certain twentieth-century regimes is preposterous. Firstly, even claiming that he could have foresaw such things is either ignorant or cruel. I can't deal with this.

If Reagan were still alive I would throw a tomato at him.

In the meanwhile...

--Suzanne

PS: Did I mention school is starting tomorrow... L'ecole commencera demain.

Bon, tres bon.

Foutre.