I spent a highly enjoyable 'evening time' meal on Monday reading Lucretius 'On the nature of the Universe' and nursing a rather large americano in the new 'Roast' cafe in town (Wellington Place). A myth claims Lucretius died after taking a love philtre and he wrote the book in the lucid periods of insanity.
I find this theory appealing, even though the translator disagrees, everyone needs the odd myth or two even it's just the old office party stories. It also shows that weakness to certain substances doesn't completely ruin your life.
I'm on the post this week so I haven't been able to do as much reading as normal - my apologies.
NB - miscellaneous note - have you noticed the status blog hasn't changed all week since I started this new blog?