The sky feels more ominous and threatening than ever before.
Intellect
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The sky feels more ominous and threatening than ever before.
The sky is indifferent to your silent nod, but the lieutenant seems to appreciate it. He gives you a fleeting smile.
Because it's the most working class death you've ever seen.
Naked women and giant swords -- is that really the best they could come up with? Feels formulaic and... derivative.
The point is: Why should you care about this character? Does he have any inner conflicts? Unspoken motivations? A tragic flaw, perhaps?
He doesn't even have a real name. What is inside this Man? Or is muscle and bone all he is?
This book makes a mockery of the very idea of good plotting, though something tells you coherence was never the point.
The very thought of this tea causes your muscles to relax and your mind to clear. You're more present and in control than you were a moment ago.
The point is for the reader to feel like they're solving the crime along with Dick Mullen. A crude narrative convention, but no less effective for it.
Real art is dense and difficult. If it didn't feel like you had to wrestle a suicidal bear to get through it, you weren't really reading.
If points are really arbitrary, as the lieutenant says, what's to stop you from playing the game the way you want?
Of course not, it's autism. Box-drawing. Masturbation with a ruler and a sextant or whatever they use. You should demean and criticize the genteel institution of architecture. While extolling the virtues of the pure arts.