Inter alia

As you see, the past three posts before this one have been sketches.  Well, I call them "sketches," but they're really papers for my graduate courses.  I post them for two reasons: one, to help those who are cramming for their own papers, and two, this is the nearest I can get to a vanity publication.

Because I have been in Baguio for a week, I will resort to writing and posting pictures of what happened to Pasco and me there; but since it is dawn I will do that tomorrow.

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