Regard des Prophetes, des bergeres, et des mages
Earlier this evening the Doctor delivered into my possession the third of what he insists will be called a Vingtych. Far from being
elated at the birth of yet another of his precious brood, he was totally and modestly preoccupied with the day-to-day mundanities
of language. "How you get ze funny leetle marks on ze letter when you typing in ze Facebook?" he asked me, in the broad but unconvincing
accent he has adopted throughout this project. I told him I didn't know, and he went back to his easel and his Maurice Chevalier records.
There is a price to pay for all art...