Short note: Jubilations! (first time I ever used that word actually) I managed to strike a few books from my list after hitting a certain bookstore in BSC last night. It’s large but tragically stocked. It was a miracle I could find any of the books listed. Classics & poetry share a measly shelf surrounded by a flood of children’s books (at this point, you can hear me solemnly vow under my breath never to return). It doesn’t help that when I asked for Voltaire’s Philosophical Dictionary, they gave me Penguin’s Dictionary of Philosophy. But points for stocking a book my second-last ex stole from me (welcome home). And I rejoice anyway with the new blood to keep me company. No more rereading, no more bookhunger (for maybe the next 3 weeks). Back to work.