May 13 2009 Edition

Learning French was a gift of opportunity and new perspective

Being an Anglophone, I have to admit, I was arrogant about my language for the first 20 years of my life.

I believed it was all I would need to succeed, and I was completely in love with the English language.

I loved to learn new words and use them, almost haughtily, in my conversations.

Touting little-known expressions made me feel quite intelligent.

Twenty-five years after the National Assembly killing spree

A gentle rain was falling as I made my way up the lawn toward the principal entrance of the Hotel du Parlement.

I hadn't walked that area in many years, and could not fail to notice the improvements that had taken place since the days when I worked for the Legis - woops! - National Assembly.

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