Saturday mornings are the best times to read with a stack of books in reach, contemplate, and come to terms, getting even. A Starbucks breakfast, corroborating with my favorite barista that I am NOT going to see the controversial Wuthering Heights movie. My principle is that a movie adaption of a classic novel should be faithful to the book, and by all accounts this movie is not appropriately faithful. My barista friend, who has seen it, agrees the movie goes down rabbit holes rather than being faithful to the text. No thank you.
"Love to all the chaps." Making my peace with Lady Brett, that slut. Jake should have dispensed with her early on.
Harvey Mansfield, the legendary Harvard government professor, with his Machiavelli arch-conservative views, in his new screed. I could get some shots in though he would outclass me of course.
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