I keep thinking I will write up my impressions of the last half of
Persuasion Vol II, but I just feel so ill and overwhelmed by the probable endo (or as a Russian friend of mine used to call it, the Red Army's regular invasion, as if our uteruses were Poland). (Spent last three days in bed, slept something like twelve hours yesterday, and FOURTEEN the day before that. A WINNER IS ME.) Maybe it will be something I can do in the new year.
