Oh gracious, I am behind, running in place.
Annie, I cracked up at your back surgery debacle, when your room mate succumbed to the hypnotist and you remained wide awake.
And—
Joan- I could use Riley right here next to me many nights when I pace the floors. Bless his heart that he is such an attentive brother. Actually, I
really want Simon Baker
next to me but Bill is so touchy about those kinds of things.
I am still in a tizzy about Mrs. Barton and can not for the life of me figure out why she’s even in the story as a character. Clara Barton???
Deems- old Clara’s trolley went off the tracks but
this Barton chick is
totally derailed!
It just can’t be Clara Barton, I
refuse to even consider that premise (we nurses stick together, you know.) As
Marcie mentioned she may turn out to be one of Mr. Dicken’s worst nightmares (incubus.)
Ella- I agree with you. I find Mr. Forster, the executor, to be very obnoxious; after being warned that smoking was not allowed in the coffee room he shouts at the waiter, “
How dare you interfere with me,” as he chews on his nasty cigar.
I hate people like that they feel entitled to – well --to everything and everyone, as if their wish should be your command.
The old coot, all puffed up said to Osgood, “
perhaps I did not express my relationship with Mr. Dickens very clearly to you….. I do not flatter myself to say that Mr. Dickens and I were on the closest terms and though I am aftaid he was not as open to counsel in regard to point of personal conduct, he confided nearly every detail of his books to me.” Oh Pullleeze! Get over yourself Forster. I highly doublt that a man such as Chas. Dickens confided anything to the likes of Forster.
I fear that his reverence is for himself, not Charles Dickens. Did he so eagerly take the pen with which Dickens wrote The MED for a token of love and friendship or for its worth and value? He is so full of himself, trying to conceal his greed. Now I do like the idea he is serving as a
lunacy commissioner.
Know thineself!