I’m an ex-high school lit. teacher who has spent the past 18 months or so of leisure time listening to podcasts concerning events of the paranormal. Fascinating subject to myself, yes, but finally grown tiresome. So I reached out my tentacles a bit. Found a nice history ‘cast that enlightened me unto Civil War Generals of both North and South. Fascinating a brief moment. Then done. Next beyond paranormal playthings brought me you. I cheer. In your way, you are as brilliant and interesting as your subjects, and if you were not, if you were false, I would leave you instantly. I will stay. Just listened to my 30th or so episode, Chekhov, “Gooseberries”. Cried. Don’t want to cry further at this moment of early frigid dawn, so the gooseberries can just stay sour for now. Just know you that your sensitive commentary wetted my eyes, and it was good to have them wetted in such a way...Next listened to Virginia Woolf. A gross disappointment. Boring interview. Little history. My own literary history began at the University of Northern Colorado in 1991. “To the Lighthouse” my first reading (novel-wise); or was it “Wuthering Heights” (beside the point here, but I adored your episode on the Brontes)? Upon reflection, the “Heights” I think. Devoured it. Then switched sisters to Charlotte. “Jane Eyre”. Here for myself I discovered, in part, the differences between a literary heavyweight (Em) & a literary mid-to-lightweight (Char). But that’s for me.... I work nights now, 12-hour-shifts at a factory. Good money. But I miss my authors. I am generally so tired on my off-days that I cannot lend thought, true thought, to my authors’ tales. But now I’ve you. Your podcast. I’ve not analyzed your entire catalog, but I will. Hoping to find Joseph Conrad, a stinking weed if you like planted there amongst the lilies...Sincerely, Daniel Gray (dflacky42@gmail).