I really should have spent more of the last week revising for tomorrow morning's semantics and pragmatics exam, more than just this evening, but I don't suppose it'll matter. With luck there'll be a couple of questions on formal semantics and proofs, and the rest of it is just blather. I had my notes with me in the Wrestlers but something in the air was too blurry for me to see them very well. God the Abbots was good. That beer was like an armagnac, something to be sipped and savoured and absorbed: I almost wish it didn't have its alcohol load (and concomitant cost), so that I could just keep on drinking it, absorbing that rich chemical bouquet rising up through the depths.
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