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Jet laggy dizziness and sickly feeling and my sinuses exploded with blood. Guh, what? Hard to take on top of the ankles and everything else.

So I am prudently in bed under the nice down comforters instead of out in the snow or at a museum.

From yet another Laura Kinsale book, I bring you this glorious quote -- scenario is that the heroine (an idealistic, revolutionary princess who has been in love with the hero since she was 15, and is trying to get to the country she is technically the princess of after being brought up in an English country house) and the anti-hero (a cynical ex-Navy captain, jewel thief, and possible ex-Thuggee and whip-scarred former slave of a Sultan) are shipwrecked somewhere in the Falkland Islands. They have just humped passionately in their half-built hut made of peat and rocks.

He caught her hand and rolled, resting half on top of her, his face buried in her hair. "Well," he muttered, "you're technically still a virgin, at any rate. And don't ever think, damn you," he added, breathing heat on her shoulder, "that I'm not a hero."

That afternoon she found the penguin he'd been hiding.

It goes on like that! I am very amused!

Guess what they name the baby penguin???