there has been a minor setback.  my camera is out of juice.  I hope I can charge its battery here before the dawn.  in the meanwhile, I'll give my paper another pass, and maybe articulate why I'm signed up for French 126 for next semester.

I intend to take french to the point where I wouldn't be too completely handicapped upon arriving in Paris.  three semesters of intensives should get the job done.  I want to go there, marry a cute radical socialist girl to obtain citizenship and then blow up cars and throw bricks at police.  we have no revolution going on here, and there won't be one during my span of caring.  France is where I need to go for it.

Maybe I'll emerge a conqueror.