An Interlude

I'm still reading Northanger Abbey and Anne of Green Gables.  The breakneck pace which took me through The Colossus of Maroussi earlier in the month (not to mention A.S. Byatt's Possession and William J. Broad's The Science of Yoga) has slowed a little, a result of nicer weather (which leads to longer bike rides), the 2012 European Championships (during which I dare not read, for fear of missing something like Zlatan Ibrahimovic's goal against France), homework (which I've been putting off, but can't any longer), and the whole reading on the iPad thing - I feel like I shouldn't privilege Anne over Catherine because I prefer paper, and so I wind up just not reading sometimes.

Anyway, I'm still enjoying Northanger, though I'm a bit concerned about the interest General Tilney has taken in Catherine.  It's kind of creepy (utterly unlike Colonel Brandon and Marianne, maybe because Brandon was a bachelor, where Gen. Tilney has children older than Catherine - don't tell me, but I hope all this worry comes to nothing).

But mostly, I just wanted to share this tidbit from Anne:

"It's such a responsibility having a minister's family to tea.  I never went through such an experience before.  It's a sight to behold.  We're going to have jellied chicken and cold tongue.  We're to have two kinds of jelly, red and yellow, and whipped cream and lemon pie, and cherry pie, and three kinds of cookies, and fruitcake, and Marilla's famous yellow plum preserves that she keeps especially for ministers, and pound cake and layer cake, and biscuits as aforesaid; and new bread and old both..."

For tea!