January, February, March, April . . ."No. No. No!" I said.
Tetrapilotomos' reaction: brows forming a questionmark.
"It has neither to do anything with politics, nor with language and literature."
"It's part of Omnium", said Tetrapilotomos. "Isn't it politics that your 83-years-old mother-in-law is demonstrating to her neighbours - and thus to the world - that she is ready for another season?
And isn't it lovely to make a joke about her "unspeakables", and she would wholehearted laugh about her wicked son-in-law?"
Sometimes, I repeat: sometimes I do like my friend.
