I keep reading “native Celtic deity” as “naive Celtic diety”.

And I want to stab every single comma. Stabbity stabbity stab. I am in an anti-comma mood today.

This has nothing to do with the MS itself; it’s a wonderful and very solid book. And I envy this author’s ability to write meditations. They’re incredible.

Twenty pages to go! Then a second read-through to make sure I didn’t miss anything and all my comments are in order, polish up the overview memo, and away it goes. Then I can return to ESTC.