Wednesday, May 31, 2006

CURSE YOU WILLIAM THACKERAY!

You were a cruel, cruel author, sir. My heart goes out to those who waited in agony for your monthly installments of Vanity Fair, while you held aloft that happy ending like Tantalus' fruit tree. The realization that I have yet a hundred pages to go, whilst only your characters' foolishness prevents the denouement, fills me with righteous indignation. I call you out, you blackguard, you rogue!

Can you tell I'm enjoying my summer reading?

Ooh! And now I understand why radioactive decay happens! Ask me any time!

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