I’m watching the most recent (eighty-billion-hour-long) movie adaptation of Dickens’ Bleak House. I checked it out of the library and only have it until Saturday, so it’s a rush to the finish. I’m maybe two-thirds of the way through the story, about at the part where:

“They told me you were dead!”
“And they told ME that YOU were dead!”
“But we’re both alive!”
“And yet, we must never meet again.”
“Drat.”

Meanwhile: Evil lawyers! Misguided soldiers! Malevolent pets! Deployment! Disfigurement! Spontaneous combustion!

But questions remain: Will Ada ever marry? Will Esther? Who gets all the money?

And perhaps more importantly: Will I buy my own copy of the movie and make Dane sit through repeated screenings of the perfectly-coiffed Gillian Anderson as Lady Dedlock?

Stay tuned. All will be revealed. Probably.