Thoughts about university this morning evoked a particular melancholy, and even the thought of having another chance to laugh at Pelenga’s jokes or proudly stroll past Zaviruška, flashing my saber, puffing out my chest, and winking suggestively, didn’t seem that appealing. I need a day off. Ushumgall is heading to Mazzard.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers