Today is my day to lounge, a deserved day of rest and respose. My house is relatively clean. The gardeners come tomorrow so I don't have to worry about such things. My younger son is idly sleeping before a day of software and calculus -- my older son is taking an exam in a more difficult level of calculus. And the cat is sleeping.
I will not commit my thoughts of art-mindedness to paper. These ideas remain unwritten and hidden within.
But I will write about finding Dreiser's book on the Internet, in full text, each page carefully photographed. What an incredible experience. I haven't left home and here it is on my screen. A reader before me had bracketed words, lines and paragraphs. Those brackets remain. The book, then, feels real, not virtual. It's been marked. Pondered over. Someone has been to its words before me.