Sean in Brussels

My speech to the Young Libertarians went very well. One of these days, my ability to stand up without prior thought and given a longish speech will fail me. Not tonight, however.

Brussels, by the way, is otherwise a most degenerate place. Though I spoke slowly and with a loud and menacing voice, the only people able to understand me in French were those who insisted on replying in English. Foreigners are often a sad disappointment. I remember how I once tried to buy a bus ticket in Poprad. After five minutes of shouting at the driver, I had the mortification of hearing a couple of Slovaks assure each other I was a “bloody Hungarian”!

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