I started THE HISTORIAN on the way to work this morning. Shortly after sitting down at my desk came a spontaneous daydream. Leland stands in what passes for our living room with the phone in his hand. “LITTLE, BIG is on the line and wants to know why you never call or write anymore. He sounds pretty mad. Should I tell him you’re out of the country?”

Normally I’d ask, “What does it all mean?!”, but, of course, I know exactly what it means.

So many books, so little time…