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Hey everyone,
My regular readers (if such a beast exists) will be wondering what happened to me since my last post.
Here's your answer: I celebrated getting a new phone line by getting a terrible cold which left me in no state to venture out of my flat from Thursday to Today.
The good news is that I managed to spend the time I didn't spend semi-comatose reading. And as a result I finished Assassin's Quest, the third book in the Farseer Trilogy, this morning. (I can't believe I spelt Assassin wrong twice in my last post. I blame the cold I was coming down with).
It was especially good news for me, since I saw that some comedian was kind enough to post a spoiler of dubious quality for me.
I hate Spoilers.
But I did really enjoy the Farseer Trilogy, even if Hobb did start to telegraph some of her punches in the third book. There was a depth to the writing that I really enjoyed. You really got to know the characters in all of their dimensions and I have to confess feeling sad for some of them at points.
Of course, at the same time I was always looking for the strings being pulled by the author.
Possibly my favourite character in the trilogy was The Fool, who I originally viewed as the Deus Ex Machina of the story but quickly realised that The Fool represented so much more.
Enough about that.
Here's something that has had me thinking for the last couple of days: In the media I keep finding the words 'Red Line'. Iran insists that it won't use nuclear technology to make a bomb because that would be crossing a Red Line. Making cartoons about the Prophet Muhammed is crossing a Red Line say Islamists. The Chancellor of Germany says that when the Presided of Iran talks about the Holocaust being a hoax, he has crossed the Red Line (page 2 of last Sunday's Times, no less).
It might just be that using the words Line in the Sand may not be deemed politically correct for some obscure reason, but it does strike me as strange.
Especially since to from Leytonstone into London, I have to ride a Red Line.
Maybe it's just the after effects of watching Lost, mixed in with the Bad Wolf incident on Dr Who.
Still, I'll be looking out for any more Red Lines, and posting them as they come.
For now, I have to go buy some food, since being sick since Wednesday means I'm all out.
Over and out.
J
My regular readers (if such a beast exists) will be wondering what happened to me since my last post.
Here's your answer: I celebrated getting a new phone line by getting a terrible cold which left me in no state to venture out of my flat from Thursday to Today.
The good news is that I managed to spend the time I didn't spend semi-comatose reading. And as a result I finished Assassin's Quest, the third book in the Farseer Trilogy, this morning. (I can't believe I spelt Assassin wrong twice in my last post. I blame the cold I was coming down with).
It was especially good news for me, since I saw that some comedian was kind enough to post a spoiler of dubious quality for me.
I hate Spoilers.
But I did really enjoy the Farseer Trilogy, even if Hobb did start to telegraph some of her punches in the third book. There was a depth to the writing that I really enjoyed. You really got to know the characters in all of their dimensions and I have to confess feeling sad for some of them at points.
Of course, at the same time I was always looking for the strings being pulled by the author.
Possibly my favourite character in the trilogy was The Fool, who I originally viewed as the Deus Ex Machina of the story but quickly realised that The Fool represented so much more.
Enough about that.
Here's something that has had me thinking for the last couple of days: In the media I keep finding the words 'Red Line'. Iran insists that it won't use nuclear technology to make a bomb because that would be crossing a Red Line. Making cartoons about the Prophet Muhammed is crossing a Red Line say Islamists. The Chancellor of Germany says that when the Presided of Iran talks about the Holocaust being a hoax, he has crossed the Red Line (page 2 of last Sunday's Times, no less).
It might just be that using the words Line in the Sand may not be deemed politically correct for some obscure reason, but it does strike me as strange.
Especially since to from Leytonstone into London, I have to ride a Red Line.
Maybe it's just the after effects of watching Lost, mixed in with the Bad Wolf incident on Dr Who.
Still, I'll be looking out for any more Red Lines, and posting them as they come.
For now, I have to go buy some food, since being sick since Wednesday means I'm all out.
Over and out.
J
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