Right now I am reading The Brothers Karamazov. When I am done I must read The Wonderful Flight to the Mushroom Planet; To the Lighthouse; The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy; Big Money; The Wide Window; The Miserable Mill; Lorna Doone; Bad Twin; and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead.

Figures I'd get in a reading mood right when I have the least time for it. Hmph. This is how I feel-

“God’s Grandeur”
Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
        It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
        It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
        And all is seared with trade; Bleared, smeared with toil;
        And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
        There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
        Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
        World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.