"...a really grand flaming pile of hysterically heraldic dung."

[trystero]

A.A. Gill goes to town in The Sunday Times today:We all suffer from literary guilt, some great unread classic. For many it’s Proust or Tolstoy or Joyce. For me, I blushingly admit, it’s Follett. I keep meaning to read him. Every time I am in an airport I think maybe a flight to Sydney is the time to open up to Ken, but then inevitably I get seduced

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[dreamshadow2112]

well, you picked up mine: definitely Joyce. Ugh.