Personal Note: Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour, that I might kick thee!

[nebroadwe]

After three days complaining about how much I hate cataloging barely distinguishable nineteenth-century editions of The Complete Poetical Works of John Milton and sighing for some eighteenth-and-earlier-century stuff because it's documented so much more thoroughly, the Fates granted me my desire. You think I'd've learned by now: of the first six pre-1800 copies of Comus to cross my desk, I've managed records for two. The other four have yellow Post-Its headed "PROBLEM" attached, and I've put in an ILL request for yet another Milton bibliography (to keep the three currently sprawled uselessly all over my workspace company, I suspect). And of course my boss is on vacation for the next two weeks, so I can't even spread the misery with a consult. Nnngh. I'm glad it's Friday; I'm going to need a Milton-free day or two to re-psych myself up to this task.