"'Good girl,' he said, 'You have a lovely baby. I'm proud of you.' And his pride in his horses seemed to enter their consciousness. They moved, and low whickers came from stall and loose-box at the sound of his voice. He felt pity for the man whose pride was in his motor car, that showy piece of mechanism whose glamour perished with its glitter, whose life blood was gasoline, which rolled out of factories in mass production"--Variable Winds at Jalna
Went to see Dr. Hassan, and forgot to bring my December diary entries. I bought some more comics too.
Dinner was lasagna.
There were only three people at the Japanese Meetup, including Kam, whom I knew from the Chinese Meetup, and an Iranian. (Still no Japanese people!)
Baked whole wheat bread overnight.
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