Reading more of John Tytell's book on the sheriff, Ezra Pound. The prose is so lame, and I suspect that has everything to do with the Greenwich Village association. The guy's take on the world could've come out of the 30s there; it made me think, if liberal anti-life humanists didn't have orthodox people to go after they would die of complete lethargy. Language would perish on the page.
My God, get some life to you, sir.
Picture it. All the Christians dead. The only sound: moaning, as one by one they take their own lives. Either that of each would finally stop moving, give up on food.
"I have come that you might have life and have it abundantly."
In the meantime we get Obama.