Lamb, rain

It's finally raining, though there has been none of the thunder that's been predicted all week, and between the drops the air still feels as warm and heavy as bread pudding. I somehow managed to leave Gaudy Night at home, so I couldn't read any at lunchtime after paddling up the hill to the co-op and back down to the library and smuggling my bagel and milk through the lobby to the staff staircase.

Last night I watched Lamb, one of Liam Neeson's first film efforts. He plays a doubting monk working at a reform school in Galway, who runs away with an ill-treated young epileptic inmate of the home. It is, as you might already guess, a depressing tale that comes to a tragic end, and I rather doubt that I will watch it again. The only uplifting bits of the movie are how nice Liam looks in a cassock and how gentle he is with the boy. Other than that, it's just another look-at-the-mean-horrible-nasty-Church-and-its-sadistic-devotees story. Been there, done that, thank you all the same.