“Here, at the age of thirty-nine, I began to be old.”

Above is Charles Ryder’s sketch of Sebastian Flyte being sick through the window of Charles’ first-floor rooms while being attended by angels, taken from the BBC production of Brideshead Revisited, which is now available on Netflix Instant, which means I’m going to have a devil of a time getting anything done for a while.  How good is BridesheadEven Christopher Hitchens liked it.  I’m glad, really; it takes the sting out of Joe Eszterhas totally harshing my Surfing with Mel buzz.  Hang it all anyway.  I’m still going to finish my version, though.  Fiction, after all, is news that stays, and I suspect that Mr. Eszterhas and I have different aims…