The dust left in the bore.

Author, critic, and friend of the pier Wm Henry Morris on Aspects, by John M. Ford, which post I’ll be setting aside (mostly) unread for the time being: Mr. Ford, you must understand, is one of Those Without Whom, and though I’ve had the book on the shelf for (checks) wow, a couple-three years now, it has remained unread. Something about having an unread Ford is rather as if he’s still out there, writing; certainly, having an unfinished unread Ford feels rather a lot like that. He might yet slip back and wrap it all up, and wouldn’t we feel foolish if we’d gone and assumed he wouldn’t. But. One day. And when; and then.