Blanketing but quickly dissipating

Another layer of fog, another layer of maple leaves; we walked, raked, talked, slaked our thirsts. I've finished Murdoch's The Good Apprentice, and after all, found it to be quite good, in its rambing loquacious way. Picking up some of what seem to be Murdoch's pet themes, such as the effects of a character who is reported to be charismatic by others in the novel, yet from which veils are lifted and normal mortality is revealed, more or less; the strange quandaries of characters who think themselves just about to death; fringe-ish happenings and behaviors. She's a funny one, this writer, she often irritates the hell out of me for a while, then wins me over. I may need to go find more. Next up is a volume called Mr. George Eliot, by a British historian. I aim to find out more about Eliot's "coach."