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Motivated by nostalgia, but compromised by expedience, I ended up at Borders for lunch. I, Coriander, a fairy tale or novel about a girl in seventeenth century London, looks intriguing, but it was A Field Guide to Getting Lost that really made my pulse quicken. I may have to violate my new book embargo.

Via Arthur Silber, in my head today is Edna St. Vincent Millay's Dirge without Music.

it's full of romance, that old place

Another old flame that I've lost touch with is the Stanford Theatre, but it sent me its latest schedule, and I was overcome. This month and next there are five Garbo films, plus the usual random selection of silents and old favorites. There are some I want to see, and some I want to see again; help me decide which of these to go to: Wait Until Dark, Baby Face, All About Eve/Citizen Kane, Ninotchka/Queen Christina, Midnight/To Be Or Not To Be. (The best way to convince me is to say you'll come along.) The program ends at the head of October with Some Like It Hot, one of my all-time favorites; the timing is good.

Sadly, I already missed The Philadelphia Story, but tonight I went to Beat the Devil. It turns out I'd already seen it, probably, although I'd forgotten almost all of it. That's never a good sign, and I thought about leaving, but I stuck around, and you know, it's very funny. I should try to remember it this time.