Block (not writer's)

This wee friend of mine has fairly re-kindled my reading habit. I'm now reading I, Claudius which is so excellent that as soon as I get to work I can hardly face reading anything at all and so spend the hours in idle contemplation.
After work, I felt a trip to the Cameo was long overdue so that is exactly where I went - to see Bobby Fischer versus the World. Tragic stuff to see his descent into craziness and isolation. Like this crumbling block surrounded by dark clouds, y'see.