Also history of the whole world.
Also plays of William Shakespeare.
Also French.
If this keeps up many years longer, I shall become quite intelligent.
I should rather have elected economics than French, but I didn't dare,
because I was afraid that unless I re-elected French, the Professor
would not let me pass--as it was, I just managed to squeeze through the
June examination. But I will say that my high-school preparation was
not very adequate.
There's one girl in the class who chatters away in French as fast as
she does in English. She went abroad with her parents when she was a
child, and spent three years in a convent school. You can imagine how
bright she is compared with the rest of us--irregular verbs are mere
playthings. I wish my parents had chucked me into a French convent
when I was little instead of a foundling asylum. Oh no, I don't
either! Because then maybe I should never have known you. I'd rather
know you than French.
Goodbye, Daddy. I must call on Harriet Martin now, and, having
discussed the chemical situation, casually drop a few thoughts on the
subject of our next president.
Yours in politics,
J. Abbott