Last week, I was at an webdesign festival (not as fun as it sounds) and I took Maskerade with me to read on the train... I was musing on the fact that I really AM like Agnes/Perdita, except I have lousy hair and a crappy annoying personnality, in a typical self-thumping depressed missing-my-husband mood. And than I get there, and at one point, I get chatting to this lovely American lady who says "oh, yes, I noticed you yesterday, you have wonderful hair..."

Shit.