Well, in the race to the end, failing eyesight has been overtaken by lack of oxygen. Now, after coughing up an obscene amount of money, I have a magical unit I can sling over my shoulder and manufacture oxygen out of thin air, even on battery power.Continue reading “Close To the Bone”
The subject has come up in several venues and I found it a useful exercise to consider all the things one might engage in to pass the time while living in isolation from the shadow of the Covid-19 pandemic.Continue reading “Mumblety-peg”
I might be jumping the gun a little bit here but realizing that November only has 30 days and that I hope to read, amongst others, Gaddis’s The Recognitions, Dumas’s The Count of Monte Cristo, and the final volume of Dos Passos’s U. S. A. Trilogy, The Big Money, I decided needed an extra day or two.
So I stopped reading from the October list, moved most of the titles from October to November (to at least suggest I still intend to read them) and dropped in several new titles I had been considering for the November pool. Thus, some old and some new but moreover a commitment to reading a few of the big fat ones that have eluded me too long.