Of note is that I had also decided not to look at the title page or spine to seek an author while “reading” the book.
As I continued to page through the book, my desire to leave looking at the spine or title page for later was at a contemptuous level.
We become rendered as suet for the tallow to cleanse future generations of life without despair and we fail.
Our legacies are left littered to the floor by snapping jaws and amorphous claw.
This time from what I saw, I concluded that the work had been sincerely upgraded in presentation and concept and that the obvious horror to the work (despite the title) had taken a more objective outlook while still catering to a very sensitive and deeply contentious subject.