So I got David Foster Wallace's meisterwerk, "Infinite Jest". Blimey. 980 pages, with another 60-odd of "notes and errata". For a novel. Small typeface, not many paragraphs. Going to take a while. And a stronger pair of reading glasses, I shouldn't wonder.
In the same package was
Carcassonne which, being very behind on what's been occurring on the
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