Now, there is no shame in not reading, but much shame in not posting. I feel this blog as an enterprise is lagging for want of communication between members around matters Powellian and otherwise. We somehow didn't seem to have this problem with Proust, but maybe Powell is not pretentious enough - this I find not to be true. So pick up your (metaphorical) pens and write.
As an aside, I gave my mother the guide for her birthday. Apparently volume 12 is rubbish, but the middle ones excellent. We have much to look forward to.
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Does anyone else think that Will is a bit like the Powell equivalent of the drunken wedding guest, who insists on dragging everyone onto the dance floor early in the evening whilst they're still a feeling a bit too cool and before the disco has really got going?
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