So far today I've finished Walden and On Civil Disobedience, some poems of Phillis Wheatley, 3 short stories by Nathaniel Hawthorne and am now tacking Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass. Tackling is what it feels like. I've forgiven Thoreau for Walden because of the Civil Disobedience essay. I enjoyed re-reading the Hawthorne. Wheatley was depressing because it reminded me of the horrors of human culture. (today's headlines, detainees in Baghdad tortured.) I should hope that horror is self evident. Can I stand another hour of Whitman? I am SOOOO bad with poetry and it's 400 pages. Sigh.

Maybe I'll just work on the synopsis for an hour...