Sometimes you want to repeat a book. For a while after I read Robert McKee’s Story, I kept picking up similar books when I was in town. I wanted to read Story again, to purchase the feeling – maybe the illusion – that I was reading a new book while having the pleasure of reading the very thing I had just completed.
And so I picked up John Yorke’s Into the Woods (subtitled “a five act journey into story”).
But there was no illusion, and little pleasure.
Still, I do this from time to time.
Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucio