Just finishing reading Victor Hugo's lengthy masterpiece. A translation of course. I am far from reading French at that level. One of the things I noticed was the tendency to take off tangentially mid-sentence into long and indulgent expositions of strange matters... like the development of the Paris sewer system or urban architecture. It is very enjoyable much like in the upakhyanas of Vyasa's Mahabharata.
I also watched Delhi Belly. It is a good watch. The first season of Masters of Sex was much better than the second.
My depression has been bothering me much of late. My therapist deciding to retire and so dump me hasn't helped.
A collection of Celtic fairy tales is up next.
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