Bemoated Alice

It isn't to be coy that I note Lewis Carrol listening to grunge. I feel simply awful. I slept forever last night after watching another Thin Man film with my wife. I have spent this day reading Possession and then shifting gears to begin The Intuitionist as my wife approaching the two-thirds mark. It is the Byatt which prompts attention to literary biographies. I used to read them with relative regularity. I don't appear to anymore. The last two I read were Zweig's portrait of Erasmus and William Mancherster's treatment of Mencken. i can offer no quick explanation for such. I am going to return to my chair now.