We got two feet of snow overnight, so today has been a good day for reading.  Actually, first it was a good day for digging out from under two feet of snow, but once that was finished, it has been a good day for reading.  I've been exploring two books, similar in many ways, both collections of biographical essays and drawings, of wondrous men (and perhaps, an occasional woman).

After a while though (that is to say, after I poured the first whiskey) I am finding it hard to keep the two books straight.  Was it Theseus who was said to be a son of Neptune, or was that Tony Hendra?  Was it Christopher Cerf who penned Constitutional Comics or was that perhaps Marcus Cato?

The 1941 translation (by Sir Thomas North) of The Lives of the Noble Grecians and Romans by Plutarch of Chaeronea.  Drunk Stoned Brilliant Dead: The Writers and Artists Who Made the National Lampoon Insanely Great, by Rick Meyerowitz.  Two excellent books.  But stir them together and after a while it's hard to distinguish Publius Valerius Publicola from P.J. O'Rourke.

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