Slow Reading Wednesday

Les Mis progress remains snail-like:

360 / 755 (47.68%)

But I am still enjoying the heck out of the book, slow as I may be.

In the "history repeats itself" department, by the way:

"That pack of brats! They convene on the Place du Pantheon! By my life! Urchins who were with their nurses but yesterday! If one were to squeeze their noses, milk would bust out. And they deliberate tomorrow, at midday. What are we coming to? It is clear that we are making for the abyss. This is what the descamisados have brought us to! To deliberate on the citizen artillery! To go and jabber in the open air over the jobes of the National Guard! And with whom are they to meet there? Just see whither Jacobinism leads. I will bet anything you like, a million against a counter, that there will be no one there but returned convicts and released galley-slaves. The Republicans and galley-slaves -- they form but one nose and one handkerchief."

Take that, populists of all eras!

In other news

I still really need a job. Keep those leads rolling.

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Much as I generally enjoy riding the bus, I may need to find some way to change my Wednesday afternoon routine. Today, it was fifteen blocks of listening to a group of high school girls talk about how and when and where they were going to jump someone. Last week, it was an actual shoving match. As I said to a bus-riding friend of mine, "I like the kids on the bus better in the morning -- when they're sleepier."