Yesterday, after three days of intermittant effort (getting more intermittant as time went on), I finally finished listening to one of the French in Action videos. Vast sections flowed by my ears without comprehension, and for much of the rest, it was like Woody Allen's joke about speed-reading -- the first book he speed-read was War and Peace ("It's about Russia").
So after it, I treated myself to a half hour of Rosetta Stone, where everyone speaks clearly and carefully, and the text is usually displayed for you to read while you speak. It was like a spring day after a hard winter.
Okay, winter returns this morning, but the memory of flickering through those RS screens with barely anything to slow me down will remain.
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