Brideshead is good so far, although about folks whose profanely rich and erudite lives I can barely understand. Seems like all the men were latent homosexuals to me, who had so much money they never had to do anything but sit around thinking and drinking. The women, so far, are all vacuous and vain. Should I keep reading it? It's literally the only book that is unboxed in this house that I haven't read yet! There are old medical books in the garage's attic I suppose I could delve into (might even like), but I have to brave a very steep ladder and rickety flooring to get to them.
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