Joseph’s Reviews > Song of Susannah > Status Update

We've gone from meta to META folks

Next time I see Spencer he's getting a hearty "Hile wordslinger!"

All things serve the beam and the beam is getting pretty darn meta.

You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism.

New York City, 1999. Huh, I visited NYC in '99.

Because dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

There's something kind of unsettling reading about all these characters laying their plan of action in a rectory, while in a rectory.