Congregational lunch at the pastor's house after church today. The topic of conversation turned to, well, conversation. Half-Lebanese Lady said she felt frustrated that she couldn't express her thoughts in as linear a fashion as desired. Her daughter, Drama Queen, recently back from auditions at Julliard and NYU, said in her usual excitable manner that she had problems talking to her public-school peers in Plainview because their vocabulary and intellectual interests were so impoverished. HLL then said, patting me on the shoulder, "That's why Carlos is so quiet; he knows we couldn't understand half of the ten-dollar words he would use." How I wish...I find that for every page of Eddison I read I have to grab my OED.

Thinking of giving up movies for Lent. Do I have the willpower?