Off the Cliff

My French Judge Dee arrived yesterday. I need a French wordtank; otherwise, the tone isn't *that* far off van Gulik's so far, except for the bit where Dee, mid-tempest, 'abandons his customary Confucianism to breathe a prayer to the deity of the river.' Mhh, don't think so.

For no good reason, this weather comment makes me happy.