I'll take my truth sugercoated, please.

[eleneariel]

There is something very old fashioned and romantic about walking up to a blue mailbox on the streetcorner and dropping your envelopes in and hearing the little door clang shut. And when it happens on an autumn day and you are eating an icecream bar for lunch, so much the better. Yes, I had icecream for lunch. A butterfinger icecream bar. I hadn't had one in over a year and it was Time.

The library has nothing by Voltaire.  ??? Just when I decided I wanted to read Candide, too. 

Welcome to elvishcalarilme. I'm sorry, Clara, I think I've only grown more strange since the HH days. But then again, if you read Prachett, there is hope that you will not find me too...odd. 

I wonder how many emails you can get in one Gmail  thread? I think savetheolives and I got one up to 30 or 40. In one evening, no less.