DEMON toast

I am in the first section of Varley's DEMON. I think this is my fourth reading; maybe fifth. It almost brought tears to my eyes when I got to Belinzona. Memories are fine, but there is nothing like being in the middle of one of your favorite books. I have come to the conclusion that about the only thing I can remember of a book is the general plot, a few character sketches, and an overall impression. When one is reading and the flow of the prose washes over you it is a transcendent experience, having very little similarity to the remembrance; no matter how fond.

Heres to Varley. Long may he write.

=Doug=