‘the conversation was often highly Rabelaisian’
Mid 18th century: suggestive of the humour of François Rabelais.
That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug. -- For my Print and E-books: Go here, please: http://pothi.com/pothi/ Here's my E-mail address: firstname.lastname@example.org