Back from Fort Worth. I found that audiobooks help while away the long hours of driving much better than does music. Castle Roogna and A Spell for Chameleon were nostalgia-inducing, since I read the novels some 25 years ago. Cousin Bette was gripping, but not surprisingly Balzac seems to lose more in abridgement than Piers Anthony. It may be a stretch, but I wondered if C. S. Lewis' Till We Have Faces owed a little bit to Cousin Bette (ugly envious woman sets out to destroy her beautiful and saintly kinswoman).

Thanksgiving dinner at Pablo's brother's spacious home in the historical district of Tyler. Made the rounds of the DFW Half-Price Books Fri and Sat. They don't have quite the deals they used to--clearance items are now $2 or $3 instead of $1, and those attractive Gollancz sci-fi and fantasy classics volumes they used to sell for $1 are now $5. The most notable item I got was a Dover paperback facsimile of the Kelmscott edition of William Morris' Wood Beyond the World.

This looks like the perfect anime for librarians and bibliophiles. I wonder if Felix also has his mugshot on bookstore walls.