How could this loud, obstreperous man be the Anthony Trollope who wrote with such extraordinary insight into the hearts of men, and even more extraordinary, of women?
from Anthony Trollope, by Victoria Glendinning
I didn't know until yesterday that today (April 24) is the actual 200th anniversary of his birth. If only I could, I'd stay home from work and read Barchester Towers, cover to cover, all over again. :)