Make it stop! I have a tome of Eudora Welty stories, and I've been reading them and readily interrupting them with anything else, and having read the stories that comprised a titled collection, Curtain of Green, that's it, I give up. I can't distinguish between her and Flannery O'Connor--Southern, miserable, rural--and I am 38 years old and I don't have to read anything I don't want to. Damn it. So I stopped.