A couple solid days into the book
and I do wish the hell Velikovsky would just get to the fucking point. It’s like reading Clavell, you have to have a history lesson before he can tell you the name of the protagonist. Good lord almighty, this is almost as dull as Rand.
That’s a Russian for you: Context is everything, and you have to prove your worth to hear the real story by sitting through the damned prelude.
“sitting through the damned prelude.”
hah! yes, Solzhenitsyn was the same damned way.