I'm just over halfway through a beyootiful leather-bound copy of Bulfinch's Mythology, deep into the bits on King Arthur, Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad and all the rest of those armour-clad, simple-minded, chauvinistic hoodlums. I have to say, it's quite fascinating to read all this without Hollywood's butchery, but I think some of the original impact of these stories may be lost when I've this drifting through my head as I read it:
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