Redux
I read Promethea again the last two days. Never fails to make me laugh, cry and get that distinct all-over ch'i glow associated with reading The Real Shit.
I swear, between Promethea and The Invisibles, (plus doing the actual work and yeah, maybe cracking a couple of the oother books mentioned along the way) an imaginative and wilful person could go from unschooled to magician by reading them. I'd certainly suggest they'd be at least a bit smarter having done so. And, I hope, more compassionate.
I swear, between Promethea and The Invisibles, (plus doing the actual work and yeah, maybe cracking a couple of the oother books mentioned along the way) an imaginative and wilful person could go from unschooled to magician by reading them. I'd certainly suggest they'd be at least a bit smarter having done so. And, I hope, more compassionate.