I was thinking about actually sitting down and writing something real and substantial this evening. Somehow I don't think that is going to happen any more. I am in the middle of re-reading Brideshead Revisited and I can't take my mind off it for very long. I would very much like to sit down with someone over a never-ending pot of tea or good coffee and talk about it for hours on end. I may very well be back later tonight, having been overwhelmed with it all and needing an emotional break. Somehow random thoughts that would under normal conditions be seeking an escape are all caught up with Charles and Sebastian, and the brilliance of it all...