»Lady Chatterly's Lover

In a rush on the way out the door this ack emma, I grabbed a hardbound book from the shelf. I sat down in my seat on the bus to find out that it was the stupefyingly dull "Lady Chatterly's Lover," which I had last attempted to read while spending an afternoon in Rockridge (indeed, a receipt from a nice wine-bar in that area served as the bookmark). And I again got about sixty pages into the book and could not suppress my boredom any longer. I turned out the window and watched traffic flow past.