I am softly stunned. I just read how the Veldt hit Bradbury and it brought me close to tears. He’s speaking my language throughout this book… but it was in this breakdown that I finally understood we … are speaking Theirs.
When I pushawwed the presto-chango to design a lifetime ago… when all of God’s pointing out the tests, the helming, the rough whathaveyous in explanation of how He had it in his cosmic head(s) thaaat it should be me… didn’t work in getting me to go “sure, I’ll do it~”
One card-toss did.
…remember the Veldt?
Thaaat was all he said.
I purred “Fuqqqqqq meeee, maaan~”
INSTANTLY flashed back to the impact of that fucking tale.
All these years later… dude is talking about having carried those lions with him since he’d been like ten years old.
From a book read in a library.
It was the same for me.
Ten.
Inna library.
Except it was …him.
It.
… thaaat fn story.
