Ihave just returned from a 10-day swing through Quebec. It was the most relaxed — indeed, it was the only relaxed — such tour I have made in 15 years of travel into and through the province. For once, I didn’t worry about my crude but serviceable French; for once, I read the accounts of current outrages — from murder to political corruption to the continuing language squabble — with something like detachment; for once, I didn’t feel called upon to excuse and explain every aberration of French-Canadian behavior to my wife, or to point out that exactly the same kinds of behavior are common in English Canada.By WALTER STEWART14 min
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