As some of you know I’m readng The Ambassadors. I’m on vacation the next few weeks and I’m reading a lot. The Oxford edition of The Ambassadors I’m reading on Kindle is a mess, keeps dropping lines, even sentences. So I had to give up on it. I went back to a book, the Norton Critical Edition I used in graduate school. Hard for me to read because so much type crammed onto a page, type so small. But that’s not the point. I get to see what I underlined 50 or so years ago and the comments I made in the margin. It’s like getting to know young me all over again. My handwriting is much different now. I think differently now. But I like young me, so earnest and innocent and kind of dense. So, I’m rereading James and I’m rereading me.