Someone chanced to say, “Good exegesis”.

The Slow as Molasses Press

The excerpt below
is drawn from the first chapter
of

The Robber Baron, 

Passive Aggressive and 

Aesthetic Origins of 

Adam Panflick 

(Panflick History Book 1) 

[Kindle Edition]


If I may be bold for a moment, what if I were to say that along with everything else, Panflick is perhaps the leading theologian of his time? That would certainly be worth something.

What if I were to say that Panflick has surpassed even the great Nietzsche as a psychologist? That he has  arrived at a synthesis undreamed of by the unfortunate wanderer of yore. Surely that would raise a brow.

And what, pray tell, would you say, if in these chapters you found a character more fully described, and deeply understood, than even the great Leopold Bloom himself?

None of these things may prove true to your satisfaction. But, humor me. Accord to Panflick the prospect at least of rivaling the great Quixote, the valiant Falstaff, even the enduring composite left to us by the celebrated gambler Dostoevsky. Yes, the Karamazov brothers.

Now I do not seek a chorus of children, crying, “Hurrrah for Panflick!” Our hero would, I’m certain, be content with the casual remark of a total stranger, treasured always. It came on the night of one Panflick's greatest triumphs. Someone chanced to say, “Good exegesis”.