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Nanni, the world may indeed need Jack Aubrey, folk rock violinist and officer in the coast guard meets Stephen Maturin, punk cellist in his (highly limited because being an old fashioned small town GP is hard work) spare time, but you don't actually have time to write it, even if the very idea makes you roll around cackling and it would allow you to put Clarissa in combat boots and a gorgeous red silk dress.

I wonder what form Mrs. Williams' attempts to make Sophie into a trophy child would take in this world.