The Viceroy's Daughters

In my ongoing obsession with biographies of the rich and overly entitled and privileged, I naturally had to pick up The Viceroy's Daughters, the saga of Irene, Cynthia (Cim), and Alexandra (Baba), the daughters of Lord Curzon, Viceroy of India from 1898 to 1905. (Curzon is perhaps best known to most of you now as one of the British diplomats most responsible for British involvement in the Great Game, where Russia and Great Britain vied for supremacy in central Asia and the Middle East, and a creator of British policy in the Middle East. As such he is not regarded with universal popularity these days.)

And once again, I learned a surprising, almost shocking fact: people who hang out with, sleep with, or become otherwise obsessed or involved with Nazis and Nazi sympathizers? Turn out to be just awful, awful, people, on so many levels.

I know.. I'll just pause to let that stunning revelation sink in, shall I?

( And now to the rest of the book. )

Now, they are using our medical systems.

Misguided humans help small squirrel return to the front lines of the squirrel war.

In related news, I fear they have learned to use straws. I'm just saying.