In Which Your Humble Blogger reads the book again, but newly, which is always nice.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does, in fact, finish one verse, and keeps it under three thousand words (but not without hesitation, deviation or repetition)
In Which Your Humble Blogger dislikes the metaphor, but likes fruit.
In Which Your Humble blogger likes figs.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does that logic-problem thing again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger nearly gets started.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders how many books have been forgotten and unreported.
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to clarify without collapsing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger won’t miss the inky fingers
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders what the hell people were thinking, anyway.