Sunday, October 4, 2009

4 October, 1910

Had a spot of bother this morning when I was caught short in my private affairs. I must remember to ask Bowers if he's packed enough latrine paper. It's all very well when you're in civilization -- you can make do, but we can't very well make our own if we run out. I'm pretty sure Bowers would have listed it under "latrine paper," because that's how it's sold, but generally speaking, we don't refer to it by any name. That's the power of euphemism for you. If you really have to ask for it, you call it "stationary." 

Gave the ratings a huge guffaw, I suspect, that. 

God only knows what they use.

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