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Flypaper memory. Jane Austen noted somewhere 'I have read the Corsair, mended my petticoat, & have nothing else to do.' (In a letter. And while we're on the subject, is there anything more infuriating than google books, JSTOR aside? Google at least lets you see things, even if navigating within the book is an exercise in screaming frustration. JSTOR just shows up with the intro to exactly the quote you need, demands your academic credentials, and spits in your face if you don't have them.)

Thusly, I have read Engine Summer, roasted a turkey, & wish I had nothing else to do, but the Workplace of Perpetual Crisis has other ideas on the subject.
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