being possesed of an overwrought imagination means that a second reading of passages from the terribly-written da vinci code will create lumps in throats and the beginnings of sympathetic tears. or it could be that i had too much cawfee this morning. at any rate, the book’s a much better read if i allow for poorly knit melodramatic phrasings and a badly paced plot. the flashback? a great tool for revealing exposition without breaking immersion. unless, of course, you happen to be fleeing for your life in the middle of the world’s most famous museum, there’s a Bull cop person in hot pursuit, and you’re obviously clueless as to why your person’s been attached to murder, murder, and, uh, murder. but no, it totally makes sense to stop and experience an elaborate flashback of when you gave a buncha convicts an art history lesson. couldn’t brown’ve come up with a better way to inject the info? not that learning about amon l’isa wasn’t interesting. the one merit to this fiction is the amount of facts and theories he managed to cram in between the covers…all in layman’s terms no less. so thanks for that. and for loving women so much too — the whole “quest for the grail is to kneel at the bones of the magdalen” thing. that brought forth one of those lumps in the throats.
had a nightmare about meat last night (or maybe two nights ago?). nonchalantly ate chicken then realized, to my horror!, that i ate chicken. gasp!! the whole situation seems exceedingly comical in broad daylight. apparently i care more about eating vegetarian than i thought. which, i suppose, is comforting. too often i wonder if i’ll go through life being completely heartless about things that others weep for. i guess i just grieve and respect in my own ways.