Friday, 18 April 2008

003.

o, Bartholomew, Bartholomew!
wherefore art thou Bartholomew?
come back, anon.
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'The Man Who Walked Through Walls' by Marcel Ayme is my favourite novel. it proves, how pointlessly simple is english language. beautiful title, fr: 'Le Passe-Muraille', pl: 'Przechodzimur', germans probably had their own one-word translation, but no - in english it has to be six-word-long-nightmare. fortunately enough it does not change the content of the novel.
if Bart is gone, I let myself read something not related to project management.

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