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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 826052" data-attributes="member: 8623">John is sitting at a large table that is fully covered in various books and papers.&nbsp; Directly in front of him is a notebook, to which he occasionally adds another couple of illegible scratches. and arrayed around this centerpiece are, clockwise, a large textbook entitled Explanation and Analysis of Midwest Native American Myths, held open by John's left elbow; a couple of photographs of archeological finds and cave paintings; a plate with a half-eaten bagel on it, another textbook, which stayed open under its own weight, entitled Numerology in Ancient Societies; and perhaps most incongruously, a stack of fantasy paperbacks.It was this last that currently occupied John’s attention; he would go for a minute or two reading and chuckling softly to himself, and then start guiltily and jot a few things down, and then consult the numerology book, and maybe grab another from the stack, which all seemed to be by the same author.&nbsp; The current page was mostly blank, with a few notes at the top.#’s- 17&nbsp; (cyclical, New World)Animals17 rare- (elves-tolkien-norse/irish-check!)Ancestor worshipOrigin myths- old gods, new gods&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; (Usurpers) (head of power structure)Anthropomorphic &amp;/= pettyHe put a post-it note in his current page as a bookmark, put it on the top of the stack, and took a bite from the bagel.&nbsp; He stared contemplatively out the window.&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; It’s snowing.&nbsp; It’s been a while since I’ve seen decent snow.&nbsp; Mostly rains in Portland.&nbsp; Boston, now, they get some snowstorms.&nbsp; Wonder how this compares.&nbsp; He turned to the book he had his left elbow on, found his place, and began reading, occasionally taking notes or flipping back to read old ones, again completely oblivious to the world around him.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 826052, member: 8623"] John is sitting at a large table that is fully covered in various books and papers. Directly in front of him is a notebook, to which he occasionally adds another couple of illegible scratches. and arrayed around this centerpiece are, clockwise, a large textbook entitled [i]Explanation and Analysis of Midwest Native American Myths[/i], held open by John's left elbow; a couple of photographs of archeological finds and cave paintings; a plate with a half-eaten bagel on it, another textbook, which stayed open under its own weight, entitled [i]Numerology in Ancient Societies[/i]; and perhaps most incongruously, a stack of fantasy paperbacks. It was this last that currently occupied John’s attention; he would go for a minute or two reading and chuckling softly to himself, and then start guiltily and jot a few things down, and then consult the numerology book, and maybe grab another from the stack, which all seemed to be by the same author. The current page was mostly blank, with a few notes at the top. [i]#’s- 17 (cyclical, New World) Animals 17 rare- (elves-tolkien-norse/irish-check!) Ancestor worship Origin myths- old gods, new gods (Usurpers) (head of power structure) Anthropomorphic &/= petty[/i] He put a post-it note in his current page as a bookmark, put it on the top of the stack, and took a bite from the bagel. He stared contemplatively out the window. [i]Hmm. It’s snowing. It’s been a while since I’ve seen decent snow. Mostly rains in Portland. Boston, now, [/i]they[i] get some snowstorms. Wonder how this compares.[/i] He turned to the book he had his left elbow on, found his place, and began reading, occasionally taking notes or flipping back to read old ones, again completely oblivious to the world around him. [/QUOTE]

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