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I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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I guess there is a sequel floating around in my mind for the novel.

And it'll require much research in Paris, Nantes and that weird little building some whacked-out Jesuit priest made in south-east France (if memory serves).
  • Also, dammit, stop making me think about How I Should Be Writing Rather Than Working Or Thesising Or Chatting With My Friends.
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