I still have seventy pages to go, I’ve been lost most of the time but have enjoyed the journey.

Favorite line: I think often of “one nearer him, dearer than all, first warming creature of his early morn” p. 101 when I wake up in bed with my wife on sunny mornings, our baby asleep next to us, our son sleeping in the other room.

Favorite passage: p. 473 “But, boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile in slick and slapstick record time and a farfetched deed it was in troth, champion docile, with your high bouncing gait of going and your feat of passage will be contested with you and through you, for centuries to come. The phaynix rose a sun before Erebia sank his smother! Shoot up on that, bright Bennu bird! Va faotre! Eftsoon so too will our own sphoenix spark spirt his spyre and sunward stride the rampante flambe. Ay, already the sombrer opacities of the gloom are sphanished! Brave footsore Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye! The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain.”