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C'mon and fly away, to Malibu
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God.
I'm reading Freedom & Necessity again (mostly only Susan's letters, though I stopped to read Richard holding David at gun point). And I'm realizing that my penchant is most definitely for angst with sarcasm and humor thrown in. Susan and James remind me rather forcefully of Taylor and Creegan at their worst -- pulling chunks from each other's skin in an effort to balance things out and make it all right again.
Oddly, Susan reminds me a great deal of the way I write Sam Carter. Which scarily made my brain look at James and mock itself, since James is Jack O'Neill aged 30 and British.
Not precisely Jack, I suppose. But there's the intimation of masks and putting on a facade for other people.
Hrm.
Love the prose of this book. Sigh.
"For much of the time I knew him, he'd been drinking. It never made a great deal of difference. I sometimes wondered why he bothered." -- Thomas Cavanaugh on James Cobham.
God.
I'm reading Freedom & Necessity again (mostly only Susan's letters, though I stopped to read Richard holding David at gun point). And I'm realizing that my penchant is most definitely for angst with sarcasm and humor thrown in. Susan and James remind me rather forcefully of Taylor and Creegan at their worst -- pulling chunks from each other's skin in an effort to balance things out and make it all right again.
Oddly, Susan reminds me a great deal of the way I write Sam Carter. Which scarily made my brain look at James and mock itself, since James is Jack O'Neill aged 30 and British.
Not precisely Jack, I suppose. But there's the intimation of masks and putting on a facade for other people.
Hrm.
Love the prose of this book. Sigh.
"For much of the time I knew him, he'd been drinking. It never made a great deal of difference. I sometimes wondered why he bothered." -- Thomas Cavanaugh on James Cobham.