Alan Bedford • Link
Sam's day has been a whole lot more like a typical weekday of mine than I'd care to discuss.
David Ross McIrvine • Link
Maybe he's auditioning for Sudden Sam Beckett's *La Derniere Bande*.
Bradford • Link
As Dr. Johnson was to say, 118 years later or 225 years ago, a sentiment to which every bosom returns an echo.
Australian Susan • Link
Instead of all twiddling our thumbs whilst waiting for tomorrow's episode, how about someone makes a curd tart?
Jesse • Link
I had to read that twice. Sorry, at home all day.
daniel • Link
" At night to bed."
This, one can presume, no?
I suppose that Sam too was hard pressed to admit to himself how uneventful his day was and thus the "padding".
vicenzo • Link
Sam has kept us in the dark about
Pyrates and the captives at Algiers and Tunis, and funds available for getting back our wretched folks .
Then there is the banning of Imports, Cheap nasty stuff , must save our workers from cheap shoddy goods.
Then there is a nice case of Libel.
Also Pilchard fishing is discussed
and then the Landed ones must keep ones Ministers' livings in good stead.
Then from the House of Lords:
Duke of Albemarle gets his bill. [Pattents,Honors, Manors] checked out.
Rivers to be made navigable.
Then They discuss the Throwing of Silk and the falsly packing of butter [who would do such a thing?].
The Houses must must arrive without mud on their gaiters so this:
Hodie 3a vice lecta est Billa, "An Act for repairing the Highways and Sewers, and for paving and keeping clean of the Streets, in and about the Cities of London and Westm.; and for reforming of Annoyances and Disorders in the Streets of, and Places adjacent to, the said Cities; and for the regulating and licensing of Hackney Coaches; and for the enlarging of several strait and inconvenient Streets and Passages."
The Question being put, "Whether this Bill, with the Alterations and Amendments, shall pass ?"
It was Resolved in the Affirmative
Pauline • Link
"the falsly packing of butter"
Sam's well out of it, there at home and office with his nose to the dull grindstone.
Peter • Link
I seem to remember the French have a great phrase: "Metro, boulot, dodo". (roughly "train, work, bed"). Fortunately we know Sam's life won't continue with such grinding inevitability!
Rex Gordon • Link
Home, office, bed ...
If Sam had defeated Pharnaces that day, would his diary entry have rivalled Caesar's message for brevity?
Ruben • Link
Such a small entry and so many annotators!
May I quote from Pierre Daninos book, "Les Carnets du major W. Marmaduke Thompson" (something like 1955?), I think...
In a visit to the Louvre, Mr. Thompson paid attention to the fact that most of the public walked by important pictures without more than a glance, but everyone stopped to read the small card posted where a picture was missing, to read that the picture was being restored or in a tour to another museum...
vicenzo • Link
Ruben. You be so rite: 'nil magis amat cupiditas, quam quod non licet.'
There is nothing, one loves more enthusiastically than that, that is not normal.
"So, Sam'l...Just what are you writing in that thing?"
"Just the daily log of events, Bethie...Nothing special..." (Note to self...log illicit rendezvous later)
"Oh...? May I see? I should like to learn your shorthand someday, dearest."
"Why, uh, certainly dear. But, see, just one simple, dull line...Nothing special. No need to waste your precious time learning how to read it."