I am not sorry about the timesink. I couldn't get quite comfortable with All Men of Genius, and I'm not sure why; I think he ought to have changed the names more, or something, because I think the problem was I referred constantly back to the source material and was doing so much brainwork that I ended up comparing the novel instead of enjoying it as much as I could have on its own merits. (In other words, the fault lies in my stars, not Rosen's, but crankity crank crank anyway.)

Large soft molasses cookies, the flat kind, not the small humply kind, please. With sanding sugar on the tops.