I tried to leave early but it was already 9:30 by the time I got back to Putney, and then I ruined my extra-long night's sleep by writing up The Good Soul of Szechuan, which wechsler and I saw Monday night at the Young Vic. I enjoyed it, but Brecht is not everyone's cup of tea.
Meanwhile I'm back to Marcel and have started The Fugitive part of The Prisoner and The Fugitive. I'm on page 401, in the middle of a big section all about loss. I read almost two pages from it to wechsler, all about how intuition understands what the intellect doesn't in regard to relationships - how the signs that it's over will register at one level even while you deny them as "not making any sense." I thought it was really great.
I've been treating this as Dress Like a Girl week due to the good weather (see icon), although I'm not sure if the weather is going to cooperate today. Time to get off the couch and get to it, though!