Voces, vestes ... O flebile flumen!

I dropped into the Quod for a quick lunch ... I find a starter and a pud (with tapwater) set me up nicely for an afternoon; they don't give me that terribly heavy feeling in the legs which I suffer after a main course and a glass of wine.

It was full of youthful Americans (this was the second week of term).


I knew they were Americans, even before I tuned into their idiolect, because of their

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