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Did something stupid today (as on all days, but this was a different stupidity): I bought a sterling silver Dennison moon-cased AWW Waltham half hunter across e-bay for slightly too much money. I have one just like it in gold, and apart from my guitars, it looks as precious to me as any first edition that I own. Dammit, I'm not a rich man, and should know better than to spend money on frivolities: especially when there are so many books in the world, and firsts still on the list. Persuasion springs to mind, as it does to all unsuccessful lovers. (I think the first was printed in an edition with Sanditon, but I'm not sure - I'll have to investigate.)

Slightly involved in a debate about language which appears to have a little 'side' to it - we shall see, though I shan't press my case too forcefully - beyond a certain point it becomes vulgar, God forbid, and besides (though I'm not certain) the other party seems young, and is probably just coming into his own and stretching his debating muscles. But I make a bad Socrates, my dears - Hemlock is not my poison, nor do I favour young men. (Well-preserved women of my own age with wit, please - such things resolve themselves into which children's TV programmes you remember - if I'm quoting 'Bagpuss' and all you know is 'Power Rangers', there just ain't any meeting of minds.)