Hannibal is much improved this season. More focus on the love/hate relationship between Hannibal and Will and less on the victims and Jack. And the visuals and atmosphere are grippingly creepy. Cannibal cuisine shot in detail.
A friend told me of a movie where a man accomplishes private justice when the public system lets the rapist-murderer of his wife and daughter go free. The private justice is gruesome. For some reason this friend thinks that would appeal to me. Can't imagine why.
My theory that modern liberalism is the child of Christianity, not merely of the Enlightenment, is apparently held by a scholar of history. We owe it ultimately to St Paul. My online White pagan and Nietzschean acquaintances hate Christianity for this reason, its egalitarian universalism.
Game of Thrones continues to be interesting only insofar as Tyrion the dwarf is involved.
In the wake of my mother's death, I am once again the owner of a car. A 3000-mile-away car, but wheels nonetheless. First time since the disastrous year of 2010. To sell it or to keep it, that is the question.
Grief has a staccato rhythm.