I am still reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, the book of yore that I began several weeks ago. The book got so heavy I had to take a break from it and read some paperback detective novels. That completed, I then took up the weighty volume againe. And it is very interesting and I have just decided that it would make a splendid film and perhaps even a splendid movie.
Yet: my wrists are tired. Verily, even mine forearms weary from hoisting the mighty fiction into reading position.
I read on.