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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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In Which Balance on French History is Hard to Get Correctly

Good evening, my friend, dear reader of this present post! Happy Monday of a new week! The month of April 2026 reaches its final days, hopefully those will proceed nicely. How are you? Hopefully your werkend went well and with no incidents? Those can be disruptive and bothersome. My own set of days went okay overall. I did receive an important document this Friday, which was the results of my neuropsychological evaluation. As it turns out, I have an IQ above average! It caught me by surprise and I am so happy to see it! My own is at 110, and though this is not exactly what would be called "geniality" territory, that is quite functional and then some, therefore I am happy, on that end. The test flagged exactly what is going on in my head, the result is not entirely positive, and this is not that it can be fixed or cured, it is frustrating how that is not the case with brain issues and quirks, just mitigated and dealt with. I do not have ADHD, but I do have OCD, in a level high...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Chapter 6

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Now somewhat distant from his hometown, the pain of saying bye to his parents for a time he didn’t know how long still was alive inside of him, as it was never really going to die. He remembered, however, his mission, and he focused on the fact that he was not going to suffer ever again, those tears were just a slip, he was back on track now, on his way to the land of socks. 

On the road he was, the weather was pleasant, the wind was blowing softly, the grass around the paved road was with a good appearance. When he ever felt lonely, if ever, he had his socks to talk to. No city in sight, he was already on his way. Resilient as he was, he was not going to stop at any city, he was on his way to the land of socks. 

He looked at the map, there was a forest on his way, where the road poorly paved it would be, and unknown dangers were waiting for him. But he needed to cross it for the land of socks, and he was going to do precisely that.

He had his tophat in his head and his yellow suitcase in his hand, and he was going in the path, no one in sight, not even animals he could see. The last town was far away and the grass, even if beautiful, was wild and useless to man. Probably the only creatures there were ants, feasting in the grass and taking them to their queen in the underground, but Zach couldn’t mind the ants, even though he was aware of the landscape, he was walking determined to see his sock land. He mind focused it was and his shoes were resistant. He was not tired, not a single drop of sweat was in his forehead.

A day passed, and a night too, and he was walking, his clothes were clean, the road was comfortable, no animals or humans in sight, he was walking, quiet, determined, managed, not even having his parents on his thoughts anymore. They probably were there still, but Zach was determined, he wanted to see the sock land, and to pay tribute to his dear grandpa. And then, after walking already a good distance, already really far away from home, he reached the first trees, the forest was ahead of him.


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