Grah. The sewer backed up into our basement/ underground first-floor this morning. Spent most of the day trying to salvage electronics and books (was quite annoyed to find a lot of my books on the lower shelves had absorbed as much sewer muck as Thenardier in the 60-page interlude in Les Miserables ). I also felt a bit like Monsieur Ysabeau. This gentleman arrested Voltaire for writing a semi-treasonous poem about the sexual escapades of the regent, Philippe d'Orleans. Voltaire, quite flattered... read more
