Trashed elbow

The story was over, the the demands of their own hard, rough lives began to reassert themselves in their hearts, in their nerves in their blood and appetites. Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept. Odysseus brings not one man to shore with him. Yet he sleeps sound beside Calypso and when he wakes thinks only of Penelope.
from Watership Down

There was a big train crash just North West of Osaka yesterday. Afterwards, I received a speight of calls and e-mails checking on my wellbeing. Thanks Lewis, Edwin and my Mum. I'm sure the rest of you would have gotten around to it eventually.

However, today I went through seven straight lessons without a single student making mention of the 73 stiffening corpses in the vicinity; they were able to talk about their new haircuts, though- hence the above quote.

And if you think I'm likening my students to a collection of feeble-minded rodents, you're absolutely right.

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