truepenny will be happy to know that while Spenser does not much figure in the story, Spenser's death seems to, at least. (**Considers briefly a digression into the entire subgenre of hardboiled detectives named after Elizabethan poets. Gives it up as a lost cause, or possibly a Ph.D. thesis.**) I realized today that there will be no riushing this book, and it will take as long as it takes.
Meanwhile, Act I, scene x awaits me. But first a nap and maybe a matinee of Charlie's Angels. It wouldn't do to take ourselves too seriously.
Malvolio: If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I
am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some
are born great, some achieve greatness, and some
have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open
their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them;
and, to inure thyself to what thou art like to be,
cast thy humble slough and appear fresh.
--William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II, scene v