I think I might be allergic to Thursdays. I think I might have said this before, and not just earlier today on Twitter.
It was a pretty normal Thursday, despite the runny nose and perpetual half-sneeze that seemed to dog me all morning.
Meanwhile, I’m re-reading Watership Down and mostly enjoying it, if it’s not quite as delightful as I remember it, from years and years ago. I did run into an odd phrase, which kind of underlined the fact that this was written thirty years ago by a man born in the 1920s. Adams writes that “a rabbit can no more refuse to tell a story than an Irishman can refuse to fight.”
I mean, it’s not quite the casual, friendly racism of Tintin in the Congo, which I also read this year, but it’s hard to see that phrase getting by an editor nowadays.