True Enough

I've noticed that in the morning the wind always blows from the west, and in the late afternoon it blows from the north. And, it should be noted, in the morning I have to face west to see the bus, and after work I have to face north.

I don't suppose that's scientifically true, but it's true enough.

When you're lightly dozing, words get mixed up and inverted and you're not really sure what you're hearing. Maybe other words were said, and maybe it wasn't just one but many conversations, but this is what I heard today'

"In the puddle."
"No!"
"When that happens."
The Bolshoi?
"Yes I think so."

If I'd paid more attention, of course, I would no longer have been lightly dozing.

So I just finished Of Human Bondage. Now I know what critics mean by "great". I'm not sure yet why it's great, but I know what it is. It may be great, but it's greatness sneaks up on you. More on that, and the book, later.