Must. Finish. SPINDLE.

 

The page proof corrections for the new reissue of SPINDLE'S END are due tomorrow—and I'm reading the princess' birthday ball.  It's going to be a long night.

            The proofs are, I think, pretty clean, their main failing being the entirely deranged way the instant word-snapping programme, which comes FREE with every offset-lithography-or-whatever-the-frell-it-is-these-days package sold in the industry today, bites words in two at the ends of lines according to rules passed down by the ...