Stumblings Gets the Flu
I promise I’m not as infirm as I seem, with all this bedridden portraiture! Although I do love to pretend I’m an ailing Victorian, wasting away from a tubercular hip (yes, that’s a thing). I’m now deep into Moby-Dick—my mom’s academic specialty and my new obsession. As Melville, that expert in litotes, might write: I am not uncongested; I have not a little of the chills; there is some fever about me.
