The Day of the Beast
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izmeinaIzzie has been a bad bad serpent. Those resolutions to adopt no new books after the serpent birthday did not last long. It's hardly surprising when one of the day jobs involves sorting, pricing and shelving books in a charity shop. Truth be told, it's a bit like an alcoholic working in a bottle shop.
Only one week ago I got my paws on a big fat hardback from Paul Barry with the title "Going for Broke" which was all about the biggest baddest of the local corporate cowboys from the dark days of the 1980s.
As Warren Buffet likes to say - it's only when the tide goes out that you find out who has been swimming naked. Stock market crashes have a way of bringing down the high and mighty from their towers which often turn out to be houses of cards built on quicksand. So the October 1987 crash marked the beginning of the end for one Alan Bond and his end just happened to arrive yesterday. He died from complications following heart surgery. He made it to 77 after a miraculous 'recovery' from Alzheimers and outlives just about all his fellow high flyers, con artists and crooks.
Maybe it's schadenfreude or the inner socialist but I just love stories of goblins, lawyers and bankers especially when they got tossed from their ivory towers built on the immortal last words "Things are different this time".
Another little gem, much shabbier and the worse for wear is a very tattered battered book from 1857 with the intriguing title "Notes to the Book of Revelations" by one Alfred Barnes. The book was published in New York. Massachusetts or Vermont would have been much more interesting.
So far there has been no interesting notes or formulae scribbled in the margins in a book where one line of the original text is explained by about twenty lines of commentary.
I am so looking forward to reading the assorted theories of The Beast and its number since Aleister Crowley had not even been born at the time of publishing.
The notes could provide all sorts of inspiration for an assortment of religious cults. Along with the spooky "Lovecraft's Monsters", James Herbert's "The Rats" and another ancient resurrected tale from the local library "The King in Yellow" here is hoping that there's will be lots of ideas to snaffle and toss into the serpent's giant steaming cauldron of stories.
Now it is such a pity that we cannot add the Transpacific Partnership protocols to that reading list. It's just a bit too dark and arcane for ordinary mortal serpents.
Now why don't those nice librarians at the Miskatonic University offer some of their vast collection of delightful tomes as ebooks? The Necronomicon would look so cute on a kindle. Since they are too mean (or is it just plain old fashioned?) to even offer online courses, it looks like I will need to get my fix of online weirdness from more mundane institutions like MIT
Looking forward to a fun two months of time travel and other wicked twisted intellectual adventures.
Only one week ago I got my paws on a big fat hardback from Paul Barry with the title "Going for Broke" which was all about the biggest baddest of the local corporate cowboys from the dark days of the 1980s.
As Warren Buffet likes to say - it's only when the tide goes out that you find out who has been swimming naked. Stock market crashes have a way of bringing down the high and mighty from their towers which often turn out to be houses of cards built on quicksand. So the October 1987 crash marked the beginning of the end for one Alan Bond and his end just happened to arrive yesterday. He died from complications following heart surgery. He made it to 77 after a miraculous 'recovery' from Alzheimers and outlives just about all his fellow high flyers, con artists and crooks.
Maybe it's schadenfreude or the inner socialist but I just love stories of goblins, lawyers and bankers especially when they got tossed from their ivory towers built on the immortal last words "Things are different this time".
Another little gem, much shabbier and the worse for wear is a very tattered battered book from 1857 with the intriguing title "Notes to the Book of Revelations" by one Alfred Barnes. The book was published in New York. Massachusetts or Vermont would have been much more interesting.
So far there has been no interesting notes or formulae scribbled in the margins in a book where one line of the original text is explained by about twenty lines of commentary.
I am so looking forward to reading the assorted theories of The Beast and its number since Aleister Crowley had not even been born at the time of publishing.
The notes could provide all sorts of inspiration for an assortment of religious cults. Along with the spooky "Lovecraft's Monsters", James Herbert's "The Rats" and another ancient resurrected tale from the local library "The King in Yellow" here is hoping that there's will be lots of ideas to snaffle and toss into the serpent's giant steaming cauldron of stories.
Now it is such a pity that we cannot add the Transpacific Partnership protocols to that reading list. It's just a bit too dark and arcane for ordinary mortal serpents.
Now why don't those nice librarians at the Miskatonic University offer some of their vast collection of delightful tomes as ebooks? The Necronomicon would look so cute on a kindle. Since they are too mean (or is it just plain old fashioned?) to even offer online courses, it looks like I will need to get my fix of online weirdness from more mundane institutions like MIT
Looking forward to a fun two months of time travel and other wicked twisted intellectual adventures.
