How in the world am I supposed to finish this paper when I am one-third of the way through the third book of a series that I love, and it's continuing to beckon to me, and volumes 2 and 3 of Promethea finally arrived today!?!??
Right now, I have within arm's reach:
Emanuel Swedenborg: Visionary Savant in the Age of Reason, Eric Benz
Introduction to Swedenborg's Religious Thought, John Howard Spalding
A Concise Overview of Swedenborg's Theology, Robert H. Kirven
The Christian Theology Reader, Alister E. McGrath (ed.)
Journeys By Heart: A Christology of Erotic Power, Rita Nakashima Brock
Beyond This Dark House, Guy Gavriel Kay (poetry)
Promethea, volumes 2 & 3, Alan Moore
The League of Extrordinary Gentlemen, Alan Moore
Original Blessing, Matthew Fox
Lake in the Clouds, Sara Donati
Lake in the Clouds is the third in a series which began in Into the Wilderness, which begins with my favorite opening line of all time:
"Elizabeth Middleton, twenty-nine years old and unmarried, overly educated and excessively rational, knowing right from wrong and fancy from fact, woke in a nest of marten and fox pelts to the sight of an eagle circling overhead, and saw at once that it could not be far to Paradise."
The first time I came to the end of that sentence, I stopped. Read it again. Read it again. And then fought down the urge to throw the book across the room and never again presume to consider myself a writer.
Ok, back to work. . . .
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