A thought came to me when I was able to stick to and finish Kidnapped. The thought has to do with an inability recently to stick to and finish Walter Scott. There is an interest in the books that requires a certain steadiness than they don’t naturally draw from one and which the circumstances of life do not work together to yield. And so I think that I have many such hours of happiness with the works of Walter Scott if only I program him for large bits of time away and with relatively nothing else. Isn’t it the same sort of thing (Scotland aside, which is not exactly to the point except that it does seem to yield curious characters)? Very curious and varied characters put into a wandery plot that could use a bit more impetus.