Joined: June 2009
|Quote (Erasmus, FCD @ Feb. 25 2011,23:48)|
|I imagine Frill and his dad ~ this here|
|The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on|
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Frill vacillates between admiring him and wanting to wear his skin.
I agree with seversky that this pattern seems to repeat in the world of people and emotions
|For some people, a major personal crisis can come as a rude awakening to just how fragile is the little world we take for granted and, indeed, our hold on life itself. Having been violently ejected from their zone of unwarranted complacency, people will grab on to any lifeline that is thrown to them and hang on like grim death. It is also why such converts are so vehement in defense of their new-found faith. In a sense, it is all they have.|
but i cannot for the life of me understand why it is so. what is wrong with the void?
I still believe that Frill, though smarter then average, was the intellectual runt of the litter living in a university town. Remember how he flounced out of UD when people questioned him on the use of the sim program. I think this shows how sensitive he is about his intellect.
Being born-again enables him to be smarter than dear old dad