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Sunday, December 10, 2006
Apiculture
John Mortimer, Clinging to the Wreckage (1982), chap. 3:
'Sic vos non vobis mellificatis apes. Translate, Mortimer.'
'Thus you don't make honey for yourselves, you apes, sir.'