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Epimetheus Bound : A Comic Salute to the Epic Tradition Or, How Wishy Epi Grows Older without

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[p] [Web/booksite editors: If you receive this text lumped into one paragraph, please -- please -- follow my paragraph symbols [p], and break the text into separate paragraphs as intended. Readers will skip a run-on paragraph, but might take time for briefer paragraphs. If possible, please also use italics when sentences are surrounded by a single underline, as in _Thanks._ Description follows.] [p] On Christmas night 1970, Epi snapped the radio off and rose from his live-in Falcon to go for a walk: a little air until 6 p.m., when the carols finally stop. His dreams of a giant-leap to his own Moon had crashed months earlier, and he still gloomed on the disgrace. Soon he found himself on Hollywood Way, on a bridge looking west toward Pass Avenue. He surveyed the rush of headlights below; imagined leaping to his death. No, I might cause a chain reaction; can’t sink to that. Somehow the flow of traffic triggered a flashback: [p] _Crack! Crack! Crack! Look on my works ye mighty and despair! I am Lee Harvey Oswald, shatterer of worlds!_ [p] The moment of empathy stirred mild surprise; the wounds of Dallas were still fresh, yet this insight banished his rage at Oswald’s intolerable smirk. A year earlier he had read a book on the assassination, one that disdained the resentful loner for his Earth-shattering murder. Now Epi felt his own resentment: at his failure, at the shallow book. He knew he could never top Oswald’s publicity stunt; he had to seek a rational outlet for his furies. Yet how tell the world of his reversed antipathy? [p] It would be three years before Epi read Dante’s "Hell," there gaining hints of the dangers of empathy: that to pity the violently estranged is to risk losing one’s Self in wrong-headed sympathy. For now Epi sensed one thing about his Quest for the Apolline Life: He must endure; he must not let the crushing pains and furies defeat him. He must continue this descent through Hades until he finds a way to his higher Self. [p] An ever-present Now: Christmas 1970, brooding on Apollo and the call to transcendence: Wishy Epi looking west toward Pass Avenue, singing a lyric from ?My Sweet Lord,” a hit single on George Harrison’s first solo album, "All Things Must Pass" ?
Number of Pages: 752.0
Genre: Body + Mind + Spirit
Format: Paperback
Publisher: Independent Pub Group
Author: Keith Fahey
Language: English
Street Date: December 10, 2016
TCIN: 52066407
UPC: 9781483585581
Item Number (DPCI): 248-40-5266

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