Now Mezzy-mez has left, too, and there are only three of us in this big, huge, airy house. If we wanted, each of us could sleep in a different room. But really, we are all sleeping in the same room. It's a big dark empty howly house!

I just finished reading a book by Gene Stratton-Porter, 'Her Father's Daughter.' Normally, I'm a really big fan of hers (particularly for Kate Bates), but this book was a bit...disturbing. I haven't looked up when it was written, but it is a lot about the Japanese threat to the US, so I'm guessing around WW2, and full of all sorts of things that made me flinch - lots about 'Japs' and the 'yellow peril,' and a great deal more about good white American boys and girls, and the 'white right to supremacy', and that white man creates and innovates while other colours only steal and imitate, and will eventually bring about the downfall of good Americans by bleeding them dry. I'm quite aware that books must be taken contextually, but still. Wince wince, flinch flinch.