The inevitable post about Batman

I wanted to write more about A Stranger In A Strange Land today. I wanted to write about how it made me half an hour late getting back to St. Albans because I got on the wrong train because I was engrossed, and I didn't even care. I wanted to write about how one particular scene (for those who've read it, the one where Mike is hiding in the pool while the SS soldiers invade Jubal's ranch) portrayed an innocent soul, thinking and learning, so beautifully, that it literally moved me to tears. But I have something else to write about. Something on which I can write a whole lot more.