>I took a walk this morning before breakfast, down toward “the cross,” and saw several fearless deer along the way. After breakfast I had my conference with Tim O’Brien, which went well, and then I caught the tail end of the fellows reading–I had wanted to see the whole thing, but the conference took precedence, clearly.
Then there was Romulus Linney’s craft lecture, about the origins of Ibsen’s play, The Master Builder. A little disturbing, but enlightening.
After lunch I did my reading for Monday and then there was a reading by N. S. Thompson (poetry in translation) followed by cocktails on the lawn, followed by a “picnic” that wasn’t really a picnic.
The evening was a reading by Claudia Emerson that was superb.
And then there was the first of two dances. Drinking and dishing ensued.