all iris, all the time

ok, so.......i am half-way through the sacred and profane love machine, which is at once about mothers-and-sons, sons-of-mothers, husbands-need-to-be-mothered, and women who cannot help but to mother.....got that?......a fine quote.....with precocious prescience as quite a small boy he had decided not to let his mother kill him, as it seemed she might easily do, by the sheer intensity of her love, like a huge sow rolling over on its young.......wow.....prose doesn't get more profound than that about the potential for a mother to focus a bit too strongly on her own chip-off-the-old-block.......i should get to bed, but the gravitational pull of the last 200 pages is drawing me toward my new favorite reading chair rather than to slumber......i did order more murdoch today.....4 rather than 3.....i added another book called the bell.......so few were available on half.dom...or on amazon.....this may be a raison d'etre.......a reason to swing through every and all used book and goodwill store from here to eternity.....looking to complete my murdoch collection........life really is good, isn't it?