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7 comments:
The present is like a bizarre car pile-up, an elasticised crash growing longer and longer as the future wallops into the present over and over again, the really mushed up cars are the past...or something. Ask Frank he seems to have all the answers...
Welcome, Gearoid, to the land where thought is sacred. This present seems more chaotic and ddangerous than I imagined. I think you're right about Frank but the trouble is, while being an obvious enlightened genius(admittedly perhaps a little of the Colonel Kurtz hue), he's a man of few words with disdain for expression of matters of intellectual delicacy.
I'd be far more concerned about Frank's friend actually than Frank himself. I mean Frank's an obvious psychopath but his buddy? Surely here is an example of
moral relativism being taken just too far? (he also combines it with a certain vagueness that sort of makes it doubly disconcerting)
I think you may be right about Frank's friend, Gearoid, though I think you mightn't be quite fair in describing Frank as a psychopath, or myself either in comparing him to Kurtz. Kurtz seemed to be a bit of a Raskolnikov without the remorse, testing if in the perceived absence of God whether all is permitted. Frank, on the other hand, clearly has deep ties to the land and it may be that his murdering days' having achieved their perhaps even laudable purpose, are over. Bit of a Bull McCabe maybe about him now that I think of it or perhaps Macbeth. Though we don't really have enough information to judge.
Raskolnikov without the remorse? Sounds like a bad mother to me.
There's no such thing as a bad mother; just an ungrateful son.
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