The Spring Classics are here.
Men becoming monsters on bikes, racing the Hell of the North, and more.
Frankenstein will be my reading preparation, finally letting this classic loose on my mind.
A few pages in I find this: “for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye”.
Let the monsters free, the winter fades and with it the lonely miles of preparation, prodding, and poking.
The Classics overwhelm mere mortals.