I didn't quite catch whatever Plutus said – I think it was
something about pepper? Aleppo pepper, salt and pepper, something –
I don't know, I don't speak Dutch (or whatever they speak in Hell.)
The "Ottonian Renaissance," the "Visigoth Renaissance," the "Carolingian Renaissance" -- everything can't be a Renaissance, you know. You've got to have at least something to Naissance first.
I had forgotten, but we're not supposed to call them Green Men anymore, aren't we? Nowadays they're all "grassy boys" or "vegetative visages," but God help you if you call them Green M – you-know-whats, I should say.
I've been thinking a bit lately about the difference between movie sequels and movie serials. I remember a lot of complaints in the 1990s about sequel bloat, and I associate that
It's okay for the story to be poignant some of the time but it's not a sad story. He can't have dementia or anything, he's not deluded about being a young astronaut, okay. And it's not a commentary on the "decline of empire" after the space race, that's important.
All she wants to do is bring you scrambled eggs in bed, tell you that you're the greatest writer in the world, and never to be reminded of her occasional black bouts of memory-obliterating rage! You can do this!