After all that cerebral activity, I thought I'd just put up a painting today - I love a lot of Stanley Spencer's work, including this: Swan Upping at Cookham (1915-9) which is in the Tate (more info here).
Hope you're having a good week! I'm finding reading a bit slow, but today read (as well as some interesting books about childlessness from the 1920s - did you know that a lack of commonsense could be to blame?[!]) two-thirds of a bizarre, funny, grotesque American novel published in 1980, but written in the 1960s by an author who killed himself in 1969. Any guesses?