Having felt like dead wood

Having been indisposed these many days, I'm returned to fairly rude health. Without end-to-end episodes of Deadwood, watched from my sick bed on Esmeralda Computer, I doubt my recovery would have been so speedy, nor would my manner of language have become so convoluted yet so prodigiously full of promise.

However, Deadwood is, as says Baz le Tuff, who purveyed to me the 36 episodes of the series at no charge and with customary high piracy, derring-do and skullduggery, a veritable modern masterpiece, and I am hooked. One's faith is restored in TV drama, especially as a welcome succour to the sick-abed.

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