If you inspired the name of my blog, the least I could do is acknowledge Towel Day here on 42. Whether it is to wipe dry the ol’ wet, or the forethought of a young wise owlet, or der Anhalter singing O Welt, carry a towel we all shall.
Now if you will, I have a deadline to meet. No, I do not like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. A translation awaits. And the only way the Babel fish can help is by being up for grilling. So here I disappear, with a puff of logic.
R.I.P., Sir. You are missed. So long, and thanks for all the fish!
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