If you wish to be taken seriously, do not wander up and down the aisles of DSW with your copy of Trollope tucked in your arm, even if you do intend to buy shoes. That only seems to make it worse.
Buck and I have been awash lately in British Victorian period dramas, thanks to Netflix. We’ve just finished Middlemarch and are now working on Anthony Trollope: He Knew He Was Right. And so we are also awash in great silk and satin dresses with complicated laces. Buck: “I thought Trollope was a comedy writer.” Nope, … Continue reading Trollope. Eliot. I deal with great heaps of verbiage.