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August 12th,
2008 12:13 pm
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A dark room, a worn armchair, the flickering of a light, and the distant smell of old books with yellowed pages. This makes more information in Tom's message than usual. He does not purposefully draw attention, but when he speaks, it is in a comfortable baritone -- his tone measured and inflected as if reading a bedtime story to the listener:
'It would have done no good to suggest that the bane of immortality is boredom, an affliction with which he has for so long been on such intimate terms as to be entirely oblivious to it.'
The pages rustle. He's really quite amused by what he's currently reading, and for ironic reasons.
'It is a little wonder then that mankind and their world should not be in harmony, for it was not created for them, and time and change have only imperfectly accommodated them to it. Thus it is that they are always restless, always in dispute one with another, frequently at war, forever moving their boundaries, toppling their governments, changing their gods.'
This is from nineteen-ninety-seven. Hardly a classic, but well-written -- though a bit dry -- and certainly witty. Enjoyment laces his tone. Ethan, how did you not locate this little treasure before I did?
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