[Who can say how inspiration ravages the human mind?]
Robby can sit with his book and pretend to be capable of wading its depths, but I know the truth. Faulkner is like taking a bath, and he always wants a towel afterwards.
Still, it's not as if he finds himself incapable. No, quite the opposite: unwilling. It produces the same effect. He puts down the critically acclaimed book and rushes to the sanctum of the five-minute-interval entertainment gluthouse of the Internet.
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I've had those days. Those weeks, actually.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I miss IRL conversations with ya'll. Just saying.
I like your bracketed question, and I like the idea of a bracketed corollary that adds "a lack of."
ReplyDeleteAnyway, this puts me in mind of Paul and the "wretched man," though I am quite certain this situation is not exactly what he had in mind.
He seemed to struggle with sexual sin.
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