If I'm lucky, the stabbing knee is also virus-related; if I'm lucky, it will be cured by more prescription meds (doctor tomorrow, finally); if I'm not...
Why are the Mammoth Books of Whatever such fail? The Mammoth Sherlock Holmes, all written by the same guy, had Victorian cooks addressed as Miss Rosemary. The Mammoth New Sherlock Holmes by various authors has inexplicable typos: 'At the cost of her life she must not be identified as the treasure's finder. She needs an untermediary.' (Also forgive me if I don't think the royal regalia of Charles I legally belongs to the person who found it, and who murdered to keep it.)
