Sunday, November 09, 2014
That time of the year when the soul turns to Dickens. At least, mine does.
& so I go upstairs & retrieve my spine-creased copy of A Tale of Two Cities. Embarrassing as it is to admit I have never got beyond page 204 (or so my file card with notes testifies) despite multiple beginnings again. Why? That it feels somehow untypical? Or the inevitable interruptions due to teaching commitments? Maybe. Or some new enthusiasm erupts & leads me elsewhere? More than likely.
This time I am determined to see it through.
. (always a pleasure to find a photo of Anna Karina) . A rainy morning in Balamory & so it was a good excuse to go thro...