I suppose I should be flattered when yet another person I knew in the 80s says 'I knew it was you at once! You haven't changed at all!' This time was a roommate from 1982, unseen for thirty years. But it does make me feel like Dorian Gray.
Haul from the used bookstore over the long weekend was Kipling's autobiography Something of Myself, the novelization of Farewell my Concubine, and A Natural History of Dragons; A Memoir by Lady Trent. Not bad at all.