Questions of Space and Time

It isn't Stephen Hawking, but rather a puzzled guess at what sequenceing was used to serialize Dickens' work: I checked out the Ackroyd bio from the library this a.m. but am somewhat confident that it can be measured by the structure of the chapters. The Pickwick Papers is a delightful farce, one that succeeds without the need to be harsh, though every 35 pages or so we are reminded that poor people die miserably. The Burton has also sprinted ahead, though it crystalizes the error of premodern science, a noteworthy vocabulary nonetheless.

My head was better today. I read for a brief period outdoors as winds rattled for gales that weren't to be. The sky grew grim albeit briefly and the Dickens found its stride.