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This evening, I bolted a novel in one sitting because it's way overdue at the library, and ended up with the mental equivalent of indigestion. I then spent an hour looking at photographs and movie clips of chimps performing in degrading outfits, and was much eased.


(Footnotes: The novel was Pig Tale by Verlyn Flieger, an intriguing and layered book that really didn't deserve such cavalier treatment. The chimp thing was research, I promise.)