Epistemysics

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The Last Confession

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Saw The Last Confession with David Suchet in the production tonight at the Theatre Royal.  Rather good, indeed.  And not boring at all, which was a definite bonus!

Wine was had, as well as deconstructed pork buns.  One day I may learn that these deconstructed pork buns are actually called something else.  That day is not today.  Nor is that night tonight.

Why is there only such a thing as one type of night, whereas we have three types of day?  (Night versus dawn/day/dusk.)  (Or at least I count dawn and day and dusk to be versions of daytime.)

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September 24, 2014 at 4:55 pm

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