There and back again

After months in the company of half-cocked Jack Shaftoe, Daniel Waterhouse, &c, I've now read the final page of the Baroque cycle. It feels good and bad at the same time - like coming home from a long back-packing trip. I'm worried that I will never read anything as grand and chokeful of ideas again - it's probably easier to find a virgin in Essex than to find another series of books as interesting and fun.