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This is
So wonderful.

So lovingly told and so *present*.

I've lately come to the conclusion that the secret of practically everything is never to be in a hurry, ever, about anything.

(By way of Patry. I had to come see who had such wonderful taste in books. Well, apart from the inexplicable liking for Balzac. Nobody's perfect, I guess :->)


Thank you, Dale. It's lovely to see you here, and I'm glad you enjoyed this.

However, don't be badmouthing Balzac unless you've read Catherine de Medici. I love him and everything of his that I've ever read, even though I never picked up any of his work until well after I fell down the stairs at the Hôtel Biron, which was but shortly after viewing Rodin's sculpture series of him from bulgingly naked to cloaked and enigmatic; didn't even pick him up, in fact, until I spent a winter in Haines, Alaska, which was itself long after I'd also fallen down Mt. Roberts in Juneau, but I digress. Catherine de Medici was his breakthrough work, IMO. Very, very subtle and deep -- and sardonic, of course, as always. Read carefully and astutely and you will never think of Nostradamus the same way again.


Catherine de Medici? Okay. Maybe, maybe I'll give him one last go. I've never made it through one of his novels. The last time I tried Pere Goriot, really tried, because the same friend who turned me on to Milan Kundera insisted I read it, but after fifty pages I just couldn't take any more damp wallpaper and moldy furniture. I threw in the towel :-)

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