It's no wonder I often find myself retreating to murder mysteries and Mozart.
The upshot: I'll just have to settle for partial participation, and incomplete knowledge of the world. As we all will. As long as we're alive, though, there's always the possibility something will catch our notice and draw us into something new. Could it be time to catch up on those mid-20th century British travel writers? Maybe even get on a plane and visit some of their former haunts? Who knows, maybe I'll get bumped up to first class and sit next to Alec Baldwin.