I noted yesterday that I tend to want to linger so long over certain books, that I eventually mislay and then never finish them.
Well funny ol' Clotho*/Ariadne was obviously listening, as this morning I can't find my English hardcopy of Barthes' "Pleasure of Text".
IT CAN'T HAVE GONE FAR!
Once it reappears, the random notes on it may resume. Although probably not as densely as yesterday, as even I (let alone my treasured readers) would likely get tired of a rambling note every paragraph or two...
* or would it be Lachesis?
Aha, it is found! Apparently it slipped down between the bed and the wall last night, at the same time my phone and its backup batter did, and I overlooked it when I fished up the phone and battery.
This brings to mind the rumored pirate practice of burying a less valuable chest, and/or a scary skeleton, in the ground a bit above the real treasure chest, so that anyone digging downward there will encounter the decoy chest / skeleton and stop digging, thereby overlooking the real treasure.
