That’s Charles Darwin, Jane Eyre, Mr. Rochester, Miss Havisham, and a charming Oriental rug someone apparently just shot. Or William Blake’s Tyger, Tyger burning bright (but don’t tell her that). And this was Halloween. There was the bromance that never was: Freud and Darwin…Darwin and his cats… just go with it. Come to think of it that might be Hemingway and his cats. Anyway, first Halloween was a Victorian extravaganza. With some cats. Second Halloween was a little more varied, costume-wise. But ultimately still extremely literary. What can I say? Every lit major has to be Daisy Buchanan at least once a year.I am going to petition the world for at least one more Halloweekend a year. I didn’t even get to wear my velvet cloak for this one. I hope you all had equally fantastic Halloweens and will have a very good Guy Fawkes day (start setting up those dominoes now. It takes forever) Happy Monday!