E.L.O.'s "Too Much Time on My Hands" comes to mind

Having just read the bio of the Mitfords, I was eager to read Nancy's supposed magnum opus. Opuses. Opossums. Whatever the word, I'm thinking the times, the social limitations and Nancy's narrow world view made for rather humdrum material. Oh, she was a good writer, and for that she gets some credit. And I get credit for donating a book.