More specifically concerning: Dorothy Sayers
Mysteriosa Femina
1 December 2002, around 11.15.
In an abrupt change of pace, I set aside the works of Walter Burkert just as he was about to show once and for all how human behavior really works, and read a mystery novel until all hours of the night. I had given up on the entire ‘reading in bed’ thing—there never seemed to […]