Old Cornelius Baby just isn’t working out as bedtime reading, and not just because the gargantuan volume is so unwieldy. So after the morning chi kung, after making sandwiches and getting the brood off to school, after shaving and showering, the Scribbler sits down to a plate of cut fruit, with: The Book, a pencil and a pad of Postits. Before heading off to catch the tram to the office, I read one short chapter a day this way, but that’s still progress.