'She will not look beyond her mother's wisdom'

"She only says 'Don't throw anything out because you never know when it will come in handy.'"

So I rescued a round white table from the gomi, and as it wouldn't fit through the front door I installed it on the porch, where I already have two comfy chairs (or comfy when you've put the elegant cushions I also rescued from the gomi on them. Cushions go back in afterwards because of Cats. Who will pee on them or shed on them or infest them with fleas.) Then I found a highbacked wooden chair, a treasure, and put that at the table. And now I have a comfy parlour-porch, except that the overhead light will only take 60 watt bulbs and it's dark early these days. No problem. There's that oil lamp I had back in the 80s; rescue it from the basement and buy some scented oil and oh how elegant my dusky meals will be this autumn.

Except I put it out on the Front Lawn Dollar Store some time back and now I don't have it any more.
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Oh yes, alright. Here we are, p.28 of Moon Over Soho, Peter talking of course:

And I would have been doing at least one of those things the next morning if I hadn't also been the last bleeding apprentice wizard in England.

Clearly the French publishers had reason. But since the end of the book alters the state that obtains at the beginning, I *still* think they could have called it something else.
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