Counting Pages

I just bought a remaindered copy of Vollman's Europe Central that I believe I was gishing over last summer. having read the review, hoping ofr Divine Philanthropy, and about to read the abridgement of Falling up, Falling Down. This damned internet!

Roger has installed name verification and all that and, yet, i remain questioning where all my friends are, not those here in New Albany and Astoria but the chewing gum park ranger and all those who "love my blog". These are, sadly, not the days of animism nor courtly love, that must account for SOMETHING! Perhaps I spend too much time hitting the "next blog" function.