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Yesterday I browsed for about ten minutes through very messy shelves of mostly romance-or-modern-fiction paperbacks and emerged with 1066 and All That, which I have wanted for ages (the title intriqued me), and had given up hope of ever finding since it is an old, out-of-style (and probably out of print) comedic look at English history. Much like Richard Armour, for Those Of You Who Are Into That Kind Of Thing. (I am.)

So I bought it for 27 cents. I had the hardest time on the drive home trying to keep from beginning to read it, but I was stayed by my promise to equuschick that I would never, ever read and drive at the same time. She doesn't want to see me dead. (Neither do I.)

You can be sure excerpts will be posted on _bibliotaph_.