François is back in town and spying him across the café I go and tap him on his unfortunate Gallic head. I break the news to him excitedly: Francis (you loverly French mern) - I say to him - You see ze Olympics in Rio today? Alors! Anuzzer French mern (a loverly one no doubt) he win ze swimming; you know why? He win because iz managair he poot a big picture of ze white cleefs of Dovair at ze end, and on zem, he poot a sign which say 'zis way to civilization' and ze French mern he swim and he swim . . .
François is having none of it of course. But what about Voltaire? he asks. Have you considered Voltaire? I came prepared, naturellement: I point out that in the late 1960s the uncanny similarity in Voltaire's profile and that of the first Doctor Who (see below) became apparent, and that it is now quite clear that Voltaire was - after all - a Breetish mern and also a time traveller. I fancy I cut rather a disputational dash and I recall nothing of what was said after that.
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