Opposite Ends of the Spectrum

it’s funny that you’ve mentioned that you are slowing down on your Bovacious journey. I, on the other hand, am picking up steam. Since last I left the blog I’ve read several chapters. (Well, if you expand the definition of several to include two, that is–that’s right two you’re moving up in the world in my book, your “few” no longer, now you “several.” Congratulations!)

Is this a sign that you are falling back into your old habits. Are you once again becoming the brother who commits to read a book and then…well for lack of a better word…stops? I am having flashbacks to when we were going to “book club” Wilkie Collins’ The Women in White. I think you made it to about page 30 and then you got distracted by some unconventional sleuth from the animal kingdom solving, as you call them, “people mysteries,” and you never came back.

I hope not Jon, I hope not.

I’ve noticed something about the writing of Monsieur Flaubert it seems to be rife with…..

Let me choose my euphemism carefully here.

…Eroticism (Maybe I don’t know what a euphemism is.)

I just read an address celebrating the wonders of agriculture that could have fogged up a few windows it was so steamy. After the imagery he used to describe flax, his treatment of adultery really seems a little tame.

Maybe Flaubert was just a frustrated agronomist.

Anyway I am off to read more.

Justin