While waiting for a co-worker so we could get back to our exciting database design work, I picked up Mrs Dalloway. It's one of the books I always assumed I had read, but never actually did although I saw and enjoyed the film version. I only had time to read a chapter, but as a habitual abuser of punctuation I was charmed with her hiccuping text salted with semicolons.
And I'd like to move to London thanks, preferably just post WWI.
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