Me: “Wanna hear the opening line of my new novel?”
The Tutor: “Sure. Let’s have it”
Me: “There was not a sound about me save the susurrus of my feet and froufrou of my silk dress as I trod upon the corpses.”
The Tutor: “Catchy. What’s it going to be called?”
Me: “I’ve not decided. I’m vacillating between: ‘À la Recherche du Mal Perdu’ and ‘Thé danses du Khmer Rouge’.”
The Tutor: “The title’s in French, but the text’s in English?”
Me: “No”
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