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But I can have a conversation in a DIY store with a man about how to remove “bouchons” in the pipe to the septic tank. He saw the implement which I had in my hands and we were quickly on the same wavelength. He sold me a French tool to do the job. I have generally been impressed with these tools. They can be very inventive and are usually well made.
This afternoon I have a session {on the cards} with my plumber’s rods to clear a blockage and I need to get the engine number from the sit on mower in order to replace the air, oil, and petrol filters. I will probably change the spark plugs too. The mower is nearly twenty years old…I’ll probably drain the engine oil and do a full service, a makeover. I may light some wellness candles. 😉
The kind of conversations I have today are way less highfalutin than I once was accustomed to. If for example I found myself in the company of big cheeses I would have little to say to them and I would not share the same ideology, “world” or language.
It would be really funny to observe how any academic big cheeses might treat / interact with me if they met me, face to face, in person, today. What would they say, would they say the same things to my face?
In the hallowed halls they might feel secure. In the forest or in a mud filled field they would be less comfortable. They might be used to talking down to people and for others to fawn at their lofty status…
How would I react? I doubt I would be in awe…
Weird…
Je ne parle pas « plus » la langue des fromages…
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