Valley of the Trolley Dollies

If you don’t know Benny Hinn, try checking him out on Wikipedia. can anyone here say charlatan?

Michael Toliver Lives was purchased for my holiday, but left behind because I was still only halfway through “The First Emperor,” an entertaining, if slightly unexciting, retelling of the life of Octavian, who became Augusts Caesar, one of my least favourite of the Caesars - a squinty eyed, tight lipped hypocrite, who practiced adultery, paedophilia, infanticide and acting, yet who banished his own daughter to an island for lax morals.

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I’m reading This, and, on the train  this morning, breaking down in a little sobbing jag on page149, page191 and 197 to 199.

Then, on page 198 of a very quick, and, at times, slightly, well, slight book, I came across this:

“I was  also dwelling on the pain of impermanence, the way love is always on loan, never the next egg we want it to be,” and I realised that poetry - the ability to use a few simple words to express the joy or beauty or sheer agonising pain of the human condition in a way that turns a seemingly entirely personal experience into a universally understandable one - is still the most beautiful and sometimes magical of the arts.

Who needs frigging Wizards? Pah!