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April 14, 2003
Je pleure 
Mon père était un maître brutal. Mais même sa rossée plus douloureuse était un sursis bienvenu des pensées de ma propre mortalité. (My father was a brutal schoolmaster. But even his most painful thrashing was a welcome respite from thoughts of my own mortality.)
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