Lee Durkee wrote in some time ago to observe that I truly appear to have stopped "blogging" as
I constantly and accurately claim to have done. It is the indisputable case that May was my least "bloggy" month ever in all my months and years of "blogging." Why, I even took a trip to Los Angeles in May, and brought along
my special jotting book and jotted down some of my special jottings, but I did not "blog" them out. Lee speculated that
maybe owls have been scarce. There was, in fact, a second owl in the Roy Blount Jr. book, and not a metaphorical one, either, but as you know,
I am not required to tell you about EVERY owl in every book, just one owl per book. I'm glad we have cleared that up.
Occasionally I notice jelly in books as well. Like in this
Orson Welles biography
Megan and I are reading. It's
Simon Callow's multi-volume biography, which we are reading out of order for reasons that need not concern you. Anyway, now we're on Volume Two, and James Agee, in a contemporary review, describes
Orson in JANE EYRE as having eyes like "side-orders of
jelly."