Silence, my lord?

First class of the new semester, and all my niños listen patiently in silence loooong explanations from the Boss on how attendance is compulsory if you want to reach the necessary level at the end of the year.

Oh, and that interpreting is like riding a bike.

You can see the Cathedral from the window in room 2.

Helen et moi just barge in and say whatever.

Goodness, Tim, I love my job even more than I do Shakespeare. Even when he was wrong. He must have been. What the hell, he certainly was.

Women who speak their minds can say Shakespeare was wrong without fearing retribution. None of consequence, that is.

M.

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy,
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny, nonny.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny, nonny.