Finally back home after a long road-trip, internetting on the fly, not eating properly, barely exercising and reading much less than I had hoped. On the plus side of the ledger, I did finish Trollope’s Dr. Thorne and To the North by Elizabeth Bowen and also managed a fair amount of quite detailed tree-identifying.
On the flight home I read Prufrock and watched Tim Burton’s new Alice in Wonderland. The latter I thought well worth the time, with great interpretations by Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham-Carter, tremendous visuals, and of course, the brilliant dottiness of Carroll’s language + Burton’s direction underpinning it all. Not sure why I was reminded of Alice, reading Prufrock afterwards.
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?