Unbalanced Vision

According to my literary calendar newsletter, today is not only auld Robert Burns' birthday, but also the date that the melancholy master Robert Burton sunk into forever slumber. (Close to the date he had predicted--what a mad man.) For months I have been relying on the library copy of The Anatomy of Melancholy which lacks volume three, now my new book published by New York Review Books is a complete edition of three partitions bound in one. I suggest to the modern, melancholic soul to take Burton's extensive study as reference.