Likely 450 Pages

This has been the haul over these past two days. The Braudel has proved exemplary, Baudolino by Eco is decidedly secondary, if it weren't for the book on the Fourth Crusade, many parts of such, that I read initially in 2000, would have remained rather opaque. The novel is a farce, but a lettered effort.

I hope to ponder in the essay in the Atlantic Monthly that I read this afternoon about Ehud Olmert and David Grossman.