I stepped out of my usual pattern tonight: I bravely went to a book discussion on Virginia Woolf's 'Mrs Dalloway', ostensibly because this week is 100 years since the setting of the story, but more realistically because someone I trust invited me to try Something New. "Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself." (Virginia Woolf, a century before Miley Cyrus) The setting: a bookshop/ lounge/ lecture space in damp mid-winter Adelaide, bursting with academic knowledge