Alas, just as the physical side of illness makes one disinclined to eat, so the attendant wanhope makes it inadvisable to read the kind of unpleasant people who populate the book. I'll make better progress with it now, I fancy; but if I need plain fare like the shaman book, which was what I read in between long stretches of sleep, I have one or two sociological treatises still sitting on the shelf, including a formidable-looking work on guanxi. Maybe I'd rather read about Contraception and Abortion from the Ancient World to the Renaissance instead?
Seeing as my new Hundred Demons still hasn't arrived after almost three weeks...
