Enjoying my role as tour-guide to the Savage, his reaction to the Library was surprising. The idea of retaining ideas and stories in perpetuity was apparently horrifying; indeed he remarked:
“Ideas are like people; all are beautiful at birth. In their youth they are played with, tested. Mature ideas prove themselves good or bad. And when they die (and all do) they must be buried or burned. The old make way for the new.
Your…‘Library’…is full of idea-corpses. Whether good or bad in life, now they all stink.”
I must admit that placating an irate librarian was somewhat less enjoyable.
Genre: Historical Fiction (I guess so anyway)
Word Count: 100
Been struggling to get to writing recently; work has been busy, my wife has decided to start the Game of Thrones series, and I’ve been chasing Star Wars BattleFront PS4 challenges. So…I’ve been lazy I guess.
I’ll try to do better, I promise.
Any critical comments appreciated.