Do you remember, dear readers, how much I dreaded this philosophy conference after I found out it was in French?
Well, it turned out to be the best conference ever. Philosophers are a really fun bunch of great, amazing people. My talk – even though it stuck out like a sore thumb because it was delivered in English – was wildly successful. I had people run after me into the bathroom to congratulate me and ask questions.
The Spanish philosopher whose work we gathered here to discuss came up to me and told me how much he loved my talk. I got so terrified that I stood there completely silent.
“Erm. . . you do speak Spanish?” the philosopher asked me.
I gulped and managed to screech out a high-pitched “Yes!”
By the end of today’s sessions, I could understand French perfectly. The closing remarks were delivered by a scholar who sounded like he’d arrived from Gaspesie 10 minutes before (my Quebecois readers will know what I mean) but I still understood even the jokes he made.
I dig being a philosopher.
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