In anticipation of another trip to Florida, today is a day for housecleaning and couches.
I curl up with the second of the D’Artagnan romances, which I hope ends as well as the first, in which I discovered a villain of the highest order – Milady.
Great villains make great heroes, and without her Satanic presence, D’Artagnan and his companions would be nothing more than generic Dumas swashbucklers. Milady elevates the whole thing, even beyond Richelieu. I can only hope that Twenty Years After provides the same gravitas and breath-holding ending.
Until then, it’s packing and video games, books and scrawlings.
And soon, Cocoa Beach.