Reading progress update: I've read 235 out of 398 pages.

Busman's Honeymoon (Lord Peter Wimsey, #13) - Dorothy L. Sayers

‘Of course!’ said Harriet, cheerfully. ‘How silly of me not to think of it. Nothing could be more obvious. They have one of those squalid senile rows – and the vicar ends up with a brain-storm and imagines he’s the hammer of God, like the parson in Chesterton’s story.



Poor Father Brown. Poor G.K. Chesterton. What a dig.