I remember brighter days when all this was a mystery

In the last three or four days, to judge from the pile beside my bed, I have read Mary Renault's The Charioteer and The Friendly Young Ladies, Lawrence Durrell's Justine and Balthazar, Robert Graves' Goodbye To All That, David Mura's Angels for the Burning, and Aischylos' Oresteia (in Greek).

I cannot possibly predict what effect this combination will have on my writing, but I hope to God I like it.