From the Jill Schwartz Memorial Library here in the wilds of Connecticut, this is obscure

season 2 Frankenstein.

I am your host, your friend, your ear lover.

Literary mansplainer in chief and georgianologist Michael Ian Black.

Spring is in the air here a little bit I mean the temperatures have climbed a smidge

and you get into that mindset where your brain sort of fools itself in to go and think

if they can oh gee spring is here spring is here and then you think oh all the things

I'm going to do in spring oh god I'm going to do so many things which for me amount

to all the things that I do the rest of the year which is not very much.

But you know you can kind of smell it there's a there's a mellowness in the air.

Something furtive is brewing you know you can you can sense little rabbit noses twitching

somewhere out there in the woods getting ready to scamper and hop and make more bunnies

you know it's a it's an exciting time sort of I mean we're an early march I don't know

that spring is coming it might get cold again I might snow again but the inevitability

of the season is upon us and with it hopes are soaring I don't know why but hopes are

soaring and we're continuing here on Frankenstein.

Last time we spoke the big buddy was talking about yeah there's a couple that he learned

there's a couple of his family that he loves and his own realization of his own monstrosity

and the last thing we said was I did not yet entirely know the fatal effects of this miserable

deformity and my hope my own hopes were springing because I thought oh good you know somebody

going to die you know and we know people are going to die but I you know I thought maybe

sooner rather than later that would be terrific maybe young Felix maybe young Agatha maybe

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