That's another 32 documents "done".
I am sure a lot of what I have preserved is also redundant, and I am inclined to believe that most of the Dictionary is not fit for purpose, and
it never ceases to surprise me that "those who pay" have never attempted to bring pressure to bear: but, then, they don't seem to have about anything else either.
When I discovered that my son, at a very expensive school in Germany, was being required to attend Catholic services (in no way our family 'flavour'), I was "right there" making fairly trenchant remarks: and he was 'excused'.
All of that being slightly hilarious as the school's founder was both my godfather and a Jew.
Spent 3 hours farting around at the Polyclinic: Quack + Chest X-Ray + Quack again + a bag of fairly expensive pills: let's see if the groovy feeling of having all those things to swallow makes me get better even if they are really ineffective
Ding An Sich.
Certainly the state of the inherited Dictionary is NOT doing my mental health that much good.