I am off to the the mountains with a bit of Hemingway and a fire-starter log. Cold. Wet. Way out of the city, thank lord.
Does anyone remember that story "a clean, well lighted place?" I think that is the title. I don't know if there is a more perfect short story.
We should do away with these long tomes. Enough is enough. Much can be said in a page or two. And there is never enough to be done.