I was going to write a piece on the latest cover story in Business Week. It is about the wellness initiative that the Scotts Miracle Gro company has undertaken. It is a compelling article and I do intend to write about the topic, but alas, I am just too tired to do it here tonight. But I include a link to the article for your convenience, should you be inclined to read it:
Get Healthy or Else
I have been thinking of writing an essay on a similar topic for submission to the Newsweek My Turn column. The subject of that yet to be written is one near and dear to my heart - medical self-referral. It will be my first shot in a long time - maybe since college, egad!- at an essay that requires some actual research to make its point. I will keep you posted on my progress.
In other news, we watched Rome tonight on HBO. I love that series.
And, in other other news, I am going to settle down with Clarissa now. I only two entries in the contest to predict the page of her ruination and I am sad to say that both were wrong. She lost her virtue - quite unwillingly and possibly drugged - on page 883. Lovelace (the villain) writes to his friend Belford only this:
And now, Belford, I can go no farther. The affair is over. Clarissa lives. And I am
Your humble servant,
The author then includes a note which advices the reader that, "The whole of this black transaction is given by the injured lady to Miss Howe (Clarissa's friend to whom she writes) in her subsequent letters....to which the reader is referred."
I have not skipped ahead to those letters, preferring to let the story unfold to me as I read it. It is, I think, one of the best books I have ever read and I believe I will be quite sorry when I am finished with it.
The good news is that I have over five hundred more pages to read.
And, I am off to read them, Loyal Readers.