I think my reading has been slow, doubtlessly thanks to getting caught up in The Atrocity Archives, a Charlaine Harris book (Shakespeare's Champion), and Saratoga Swimmer. That said, I'm at page 142 of Finding Time Again, in which the narrator is discussing the way bombing raids make people unafraid of acting in keeping with their desires as they are no longer concerned about their reputations. That, I think, has not changed much over time.
I'm a bit worn out today but back at work, and my little fever of last night appears to have burnt itself right up.
This week: dinner with wechsler tonight, possibly again tomorrow (or maybe I'll get my hair done), Matthew Bourne's Portrait of Dorian Grey on Wednesday, then tonyawinter arrives Thursday for a week long visit. I'm excited!