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Wandered next door the other night; next door was watching Downton Abbey, season four, of which I know absolutely nothing. A fascinating and hallucinatory experience, especially for someone incapable of telling one young male face from another when they're all dressed alike. (And now I understand that conversation in Gaudy Night about shirtfronts, which have to be the silliest piece of male attire since the codpiece.)
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