Seated

I awoke rather early for a Sunday. I attribute it as some measure of insomnia or such. No bother, actually. A lengthy bike ride and a healthy return enused. I just read the article in the Times magazine about Martin and Kingsley. I contemplate periodically that if I applied myself I could be a literary failure. I think I would enjoy such.

I have read over 150 pages of Quicksilver since my Friday complaint. I do enjoy it, though I grit my teeth at some of the glib flourishes. That said, after Against The Day, I can't say what I favor more.