Am interrupting my reading of Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Sigh. Poor Tess' life is just such a series of train wrecks, and I know there's still worse to come, and I'm almost afraid to continue reading. Hardy tells her story beautifully, but I'm having a hard time facing it, which I suppose says volumes about his skill. I'm indulging my love of short stories with Chekhov and Maupassant for a little while, then I'll face Tess' fate.