October 10th, 2010

hasui hirakawa morning

"Good people, you are mistaken; I am the *Protestant* warhorse"

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Finished The Thirteen-gun Salute late last night and surprise me by wanting The Nutmeg of Consolation right away now this very minute ('Why are there no nutmegs for my grandson!'). Suprised because two O'Brians in a row is about my limit and I usually trip on the third; here I tripped on the second and devoured the third and fourth. (But that was because I wanted the current Badnasties to Get It, and that plot point just got tied up more or less satisfactorily.) We shall see what happens; I discover, also to my surprise that I prefer Jack aboard to Jack on land, and Nutmeg must surely happen on land?

On balance, how happy I am that I'm reading this series after it came out and not while.
hasui hirakawa morning

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Went up mid-province to see a friend yesterday. Blue tinted windows in bus made the fall colours look mescaline or LSD or atanyrate stunning but not at all natural.

Did the same run on Labour Day with no hitches. Yesterday... dear god. Crawl crawl crawl on the Don Valley Parkway. Crawl crawl crawl on the 401. Crawl crawl crawl bumper to bumper on the side roads of Whitby because someone's tractor trailer was having engine trouble, by the look of it. Expected to be an hour late because, well, places it took fifteen minutes to reach in September took forty-five plus now. Arrived on the dot. Do not ask me how.
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