I'm feeling a lot better. But the better I feel, the more I just want to laze on the sofa reading. And not just reading, reading Faulkner. What's up with that? Maybe it's because I'll be heading home to Maryland soon -- the part of Maryland where my parents live used to be very, very Southern -- or just because his sentences feel right in this prolonged altered state. Anyway, the director's cut of Sartoris calls.