jun30.2008

++ july 13,2008 ++
I no longer feel like I want to finish this post, so I will just post what little amount I have already written.
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In the past few days, a collection of thoughts and revelations have begun to gather in a desolate and undiscovered continent of my mind. And since then, they have compiled themselves to become somewhat of a noteworthy hub of thoughts. So, along with some smooth night music and a fading grasp of reality (due to the current time of 12:03am, which is quite late for me), I will begin to scribe these thoughts in as coherent an order as I deem fit. Let's begin...

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I have recently picked up on Sherlock Holmes, and am undertaking the complete novels and stories of his adventures along with Dr. Watson. So far, these tomes have already taught me much. After all, my mind learns from even the most common and obvious of places. One of these discoveries is that I and Holmes have very much in common, as bold and arrogant a statement as that was. In a queer and bizarre way, I see this to be very true. (Although through the lens with which I view the world, any two things can be seen to have a strong link with one another.) But alas, that would be my current thesis.

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Le Preface

So that is the narrator who begins this tale. From the lens of his own mind comes the story that you are about to enter. Although none is told of the narrator's own character, it is very much easily identifiable through the subtext - his odd and detached perception at times, and equally as much his invigorated passion at others. Note the irony in this autobiographical paragraph.

However, although in every story, there are many roles to fill, the protagonist is not that of the narrator. If not, then, who is? And who offers the necessary antagonism?

Even in hindsight, once having completed this read, the answers to these questions cannot be readily produced. You will see what I mean further along.

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A Brave New World