Lemme see... I've got Peter Ackroyd's 'The House of Doctor Dee' sitting on my desk. I read it years ago but I think it's time for another go.
There are a few other books I want to reread. Don't ask me why, but I'm going to initiate a New Year flirtation with some of my old university texts. I unearthed a Descartes, a Bertrand Russell, a play by Strindberg and one by Ionesco, a couple of existential goodies, a shitload of nineteenth century fiction and a hogshead of Shakespeare. (Some of my margin notes are hilarious. But they're proof I was actually young once.)
Llewellen, you have the bridge -- or at least the kitchen -- until further notice.
3 months ago