Sequels are rarely as good as the original. Godfather II may have been the exception to that rule, since rules always have exceptions (that's a rule). And so it was in the case of the reprise of Ruff, Slurp and Cold (see two blog posts ago). The ruffs were more muted and less sharp, although wakening nonetheless. The slurp was passable but not too intrusive. And the coldness has been mollified by Holy Week springness. But it all started at 2:30 this time around. A half hour earlier in the morning. And the result was the same. No more sleep. Baggy eyes. Dull brain.
Maybe I should just wait up late before going to bed. One rule that has no exceptions is that sequels after the second one are never as good as what came before.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.