I'm assuming the last person that commented was my darling Christiny Beanie. I couldn't agree more with your post. The central question of the book is definitely immortaliy, both the implications and downsides of the legendary ideal. The way that Robbins seeks it is wholly in line with the complexity of the idea: circularly, jaggedly, and everything but headon, which I don't believe actually exists. That is to say that he creates images and discussions to conjur up a sensation that deceives us into feeling like we've gotten straight to the heart of the matter. I don't believe this is possible, nor is his deception a negative thing. It is simply the most real the topic can feel.
I also am really enjoying his mismatching of adjectives and nouns that somehow is perfectly descriptive. Sexual images are paired with ugly and mundane words like mud and mushrooms. This seems to take away from the glamour of sex and bring it back to its place in daily life. I would love to hear other people's reactions to his descriptions. They just seems so out there and perfect at the same time.
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