Ah. So now everything feels so so nice. And timely and fortunate, too, because after last night I *really* needed this meeting to go well. I was so stressed out and upset about a lot of things. Today everything in my life feels just a bit more manageable. Which is a blessing, really and truly.
In other news, I'm reading Georgette Heyer steadily this week--a diet of Georgette and children's lit, ah, it does wonders for the soul--and I picked up Faro's Daughter. earthquake1906 was kind enough when we met last in Boston 18 months ago to loan me her entire collection, and I have treasured it ever since. Whoever owned this particular book before her, however, has done the most amusing thing; they've gone through the book wherever they see instances of grammatical slang, and scratched out the word with a pen. For phrases like, "Damme, it don't fatch!" our Former Book Owner has scratched out don't and written "doesn't" off to the side or overhead--over and over again. It's incredibly amusing--almost as amusing as the note My Lady Savant wrote in the front cover:
Entertaining--more direct than Miss Cartland.
More than Miss Cartland, indeed.