I've been having some health problems and being bed/couch-ridden the better part of the week has really dampened my spirits. I came across a passage in one of Thackeray's letters (1854) that really summed it all up:
"I think I have been ill ever so many times since you went: that is why the time has passed away so swiftly: why I haven’t written either books or letters, and why the latter must be so stupid. I mope about alone, avoid company, sit up stairs in my rooms, and am sick of being unwell, that’s a fact” (Letters & Private Papers I: 656).
On the upside, I found a wonderful doctor--at first I was put off that she's my age (or younger) but then remembered, "wait, I'm freak'n old," and she's been incredible!
Thanks to her, today was 'mucho productivo'--Liana feel free to correct my butchered Spanglish!
Made it through:
Ó Síochái, Séamas. Social Thought in the Nineteenth Century. Dublin: University College Dublin Press, 2009.
Sadly, compiled of essays tailored to specific authors, nothing on Bill Thack. Pulled a few key quotes from the introduction.