I am reading the Odyssey late, but I'll be done next Wednesday so no harm, no foul as far as I'm concerned.

In the meantime, I've just finished the intro bit with Telemachus and, hahaha, I have not had this big a crush on a literary figure since Jonathan Strange. He is just, I mean, PWOAR, for one thing. He's Greek! Greek royalty, at that! For another, he's sensitive and Lord knows, I have this thing for sensitive men (TV crush, thy name is George O'Malley).

So anyway, the point of this mini-rant is that I go into Odysseus' part with a heavy heart, knowing that my dear Mr. T- is not set to show up again until quite near the end. Also, the hormones of a bibliophile are truly not those to be trifled with.

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