Well… the Prof put me in my place over Jim Carroll’s book. Sitting in his salon this past Friday, I bring up the Sword.
The Prof, ever himself, scoffs. “The man’s in love with his mother. Read it! Read it! Every time he describes his mother, prostrate in prayer, he can’t help but remark on her ass. Where’s the scholar in that?!”
I ask, “Are you talking about Constantine’s Sword? James Carroll?” He’d said, The Sword of Constantine so perhaps we’re speaking of two different books? No. Just a misspeak.
The Prof removes himself from the James Street Salon, steps into the formal library, grabs his copy of the creative non-fiction tome and hands it to me. “Take it. There are less than three chapters in here worth reading. The rest is … well … you’ll see.”
Oh pish toddle. I shall link to our dear Prof’s blog as soon as Phoebe Kate sends it. She controls the knowledge and will have the correct URL as she is all-things.
As above. So below. Spencer just sighed when I told him of my brief professorial encounter. “You know naught of religious matters, dear one. You, I fear, can be swayed by a tilt of the sword and a lilting step,” he said.
He is correct. Maybe Serinbellum’s video entry is correct. Click around on it to find out where S got it. I hope the Professor listens to it.
