Deja vu

As I was squinting over "Pendennis" on the week-end, I realised I knew exactly what was going to happen next.

I read the next page and I was utterly right.

I don't know whether this is because

A) this sort of Victorian potboiler is completely predictable or

B) I am psychic or

C) I've actually read it before but because

a)it is so forgettable I'd forgotten this or

b)I'm developing juvenile dementia

it doesn't seem familiar at all.

In any case, I don't know the ending so I'm going to plough through for the next three hundred pages if my eyes last that long.