horsemouth has found balthazar which was hiding in the stacks (or rather as penultimate book in a stack it was not hiding very hard - horsemouth just needed the necessary soft eyes to see it, not to be looking for it, but to just wait for it to appear).
he therefore has the complete quartet loaded and ready to go. (though he is still unsure of the order).
justine is a novel of the type found book (horsemouth had forgotten this). our un-named hero is given a book by a previous lover of justine (she is named claudia in the book but it is the same woman).
'... for love we were forced to substitute a wiser but crueller mental tenderness which emphasised loneliness rather than expurgated it.'
the city is the star (as it is in the north africa set novels of albert camus).
there's a new new left review (nlr) out. horsemouth will read the free articles
yesterday
a wander into the village across the misty common (and back again).
the mission?
kindling (as expected) and a list of foods that horsemouth thinks would be better and more cheaply ordered from tescos etc. he laid the fire but they did not light it. (he could certainly have gotten away with getting the kindling the next day).
last night horsemouth clicked like in support of someone he knows with an opinion he likes. the person he was disagreeing with produced a reply linking to all the people who had liked horsemouth's friend's post. this (as far as horsemouth can see) is just classic online trolling. it disturbed horsemouth for a little bit and then he thought no why bother.
today
probably up the hill to deliver the eggs. the morning is rainy and grey and cold. coming up a brace of nights below freezing and then it warms up again into a week of rainy day, rain all day.
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