Still reading Renault

Dragging myself back from... Baktria? Where is that now? Afghanistan and some other -stan, says the Britannica. (Am terrible with the geography of everything between Cyprus and India, to my shame. This because I mostly learn geography as an adjunct of history, so in areas of the world where borders are redrawn every century or so, each conquest or treaty smudges my mental atlas. One always knows exactly where England is, even the England of Wilfred Ivanhoe - even the England of Marlow's poor sod of a Roman trireme captain, in the days when the mouth of the Thames led into the Heart of Darkness - but where is Prussia now? Perhaps I should be less of a stickler for nations and satrapies and whatnot, and pay more attention to mountain ranges and rivers.) Two thirds of the way through the book, and am starting to remember that this is another of those stories where I know the end before it begins. Le sigh.

Maybe I should watch some more LoGH tonight. Haha. Ha. What recipe for troublesome mental ferment that would be.

Where are the horrible-quality Asian scans of Genius 216? Must have showed up by now, surely? :P

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