Books 461-465

These are trying times.
Not just trying.
Bleak.

Many of us have been forced
to make compromises.

Many more are out of jobs.

And many of us don't know who to turn to.

Luckily,
there's hope.

So,
all who are jobless,
all who are CPR certified,
all who have
weekends and evenings to spare,
and all who miss the 90s...

Behold:



Who need math when you can babysit?


Euclid.
That's who.
Euclid was pretty cool,
though.

And,
had they been in
the same time and place,
I bet Euclid would have hung out with
our dear, old friend
Larousse.


There might be a bit of a language barrier,
but I'd imagine they'd work it out.
After all,
Larousse does specialize in
language to language
dictionaries.
Sure,
they're mostly
English to French,
but isn't math a universal language?

Some how I think
Mr. McCourt
might feel a little left out
from Larousse and Euclid's
edifying happy hour.


He does seem quite cheerful
on that cover,
though.
So I'm sure he'd be able to entertain himself
while they're out.
Maybe he could
pick up some extra cash
babysitting.

In fact,
we even have a book here
he could read to the children.

Nonsense French poetry.
No,
really.
That's what this is.
Apparently,
when read aloud,
the poems sound like
English nursery rhymes.
He might want to hide the cover,
though.
Nobody wants to see the
Starbucks logo
as an awkwardly unclothed child.

Today's clue:
7 hours and 32 minutes.