To Viki
And, this time,
To Tim Powers, for scores of good ideas, unending friendship, and good cheer.
To Serena Powers, who deserves more than this humble volume. William Hazlitt sends his apologies to Jenny Bunn.
“What a delicate speculation it is, after drinking whole goblets of tea, and letting the fumes ascend into the brain, to sit considering what we shall have for supper — eggs and a rasher, a rabbit smothered in onions, or an excellent veal cutlet! Sancho in such a situation once fixed upon cow-heel; and his choice, though he could not help it, is not to be disparaged.”
“I should wish to quote more, for though we are mighty fine fellows nowadays, we cannot write like Hazlitt. And, talking of that, Hazlitt’s essays would be a capital pocketbook on such a journey; so would a volume of Ashbless poems; and for Tristram Shandy I can pledge a fair experience.”