4/365 Felix
Felix spoke French, and that entitled him—in his mind—to do nothing productive for the duration of his life. While others worked, Felix sat with cigarette and wine and passed judgment. He viewed my adolescent awkwardness with complete distain.
posted by Susan | 1/24/2006 08:16:00 AM
6 Comments:
I just want to let you know how much I'm enjoying reading your entries! You capture such strong elements of each person. Thanks!
Thank you! You know, I feel the same way and was just thinking I should leave some comments of my own. You beat me to it.
Oops--how do I comment on yours? I didn't see a way to do it. The image of the six-month stopwatch has stayed with me. This is fun, isn't it? A fascinating exercise.
I was thinking the same thing ... I'm really enjoying reading your version each day, and look forward to how you capture the essence of these people with your writing.
I think most of the participants don't have the comment feature turned on (I've turned mine off, too), but it is nice to be able to let you know that we're out here, watching, and enjoying the view!
Yes, my comments are turned off. I looked to email you my original comment, but was unable to find an email address.
I think it's great that there are so many different voices. I look forward to reading all of them each day and I think I have enticed a few new players.
Yippee! More to read!
Furthermore, I remember reading a study that the French don't change their underwear very often.
Not so hot now, are you, Felix?
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