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I like the Internet. But all the really good shit is in books.

Don’t marry random women you find in the woods. They might be your sister.

Trying to get through the hour long Turin chapter.

Reader, I married her. A quiet wedding we had: she and I, our three children, were alone present. When we got back from dinner, I went into the kitchen of the apartment, where the cat was waiting for dinner and cleaning her claws, and I said —

"Ella, I have been married to Heather this evening."

The kingdom that couldn’t shoot straight. What a bunch of Morons.

Reread is going ok. I wish I could read the series in French. (I have the book, I just don’t have the skill.)

This is interesting and surprisingly on topic and relevant for Stephenson. It’s also only around 300 pages.

I enjoy how Stephenson can make an interesting story out of nearly anything that interests him. In this case, American radicals meet military Polo enthusiasts. In the 1930s.

I need a good book recommendation. Either a good microhistory or a fun fiction read that doesn’t insult my intelligence. My friends are good at this.

Author does a good job with facts. But a poor job with bias. I get that Edsel Ford was a good guy. You don’t need to polish the halo every page.

I’m getting tired of the “nobody knew how bad Hitler was” excuse. Plenty of people knew. Rich antisemites like Henry Ford and Lindbergh were not naive lambs, they were backing Hitler because they thought he would win.

Author absolutely incorrect when he asserts:

“Hitler was clearly a dangerous man. But who knew, in 1938, that he would prove to be the most demonic figure of the twentieth century? No one at the time.”

Plenty of people knew. This is after Munich. Author is wrong and is giving the Ford’s an easy out.

Fiancée: You’re reading Moby Dick?
Me: Yes, the last time I read it was during a spring break in college.
Fiancée: Hold on. You read Moby Dick in college _during spring break?_
Me (50% mortified/50% proud): Yes?

Ah, all the silly threads, tied up in a bow

“Get up, you stupid girl. Why is it that my children are so much more
foolish than other people's?” — Sir Thomas, dropping truth bombs.

Fully half of this book is “I want to/don’t want to marry this person.”

The plot thickens. Two suitors for Ayala have just realized that they are friends. Well, they were friends. Now they mad.

Trollope loves fox hunting. *yawn*