Done now with Mirror Mirror and Lost, currently reading Confessions of an ugly Step-Sister--the last of Gregory Maguire that I'll be reading for a while; because there isn't much more of Maguire's stuff to read, and I'm getting pretty close to sated.

On the way to St. Andrews yesterday I encountered, for the third time in four weeks, my shamaan, Melchior (Menchor as he pronounces it) from Truk, born on Epiphany 1943 (hence the name). God knows how these relationships happen. He tells me that my mission in life is to go on seeing things with my heart and intellect; pretty much what Dr. C. has been telling me lately. It doesn't bother him that I'm a Buddhist/Hindu, but when I tried to say that he was a Christian, he cut me short, saying, "No, I am not a Christian, I am a Roman Catholic," and showed me his rosary. He says he wants to go Rome to ask the Pope "Where is the church?" When I told him not to bother, because Ratzinger is a Hitler Jugend and a fool, he nodded assent and said, "Ah yes, Satan is everywhere."