Odysseus, no friend of mine, has what Pamela Dean somewhere defines as the fatal flaw of the novel-reader: which is wanting to know what will happen if you allow a situation to proceed unmolested. This novel-reader’s ailment is a very real thing, outside of epic as well as in, and it pre-exists the novel proper. I have it; you might. [1] It is like but unlike the Biblical vice of being lukewarm, uncommitted; like but very unlike the rhetorical practice of clambering to a third and higher vantage point in order to claim superiority over the two opposing forces left below to fight clumsily but in earnest on the ground. It isn’t neutrality and isn’t apathy. It is pure
Telegonos, That Horse is Your Father
Telegonos, That Horse is Your Father
Telegonos, That Horse is Your Father
Odysseus, no friend of mine, has what Pamela Dean somewhere defines as the fatal flaw of the novel-reader: which is wanting to know what will happen if you allow a situation to proceed unmolested. This novel-reader’s ailment is a very real thing, outside of epic as well as in, and it pre-exists the novel proper. I have it; you might. [1] It is like but unlike the Biblical vice of being lukewarm, uncommitted; like but very unlike the rhetorical practice of clambering to a third and higher vantage point in order to claim superiority over the two opposing forces left below to fight clumsily but in earnest on the ground. It isn’t neutrality and isn’t apathy. It is pure