cracking myself up

I guess it’s a truly a sign of egomania to fall into fits of laughter when re-reading humorous earlier parts of one’s novel.  Still I can’t help it.  A writer should be turned on by his erotica, frightened by his horror and amused by his comedy.

The students couldn’t make heads or tails of Helena’s work.  “I don’t understand,” Tom Turner, who played Hephaestus Henry, said. “How come someone’s address be ‘the darkest part of the soul’?  I mean, how could somebody live there?”

“It’s a metaphor,” Lewis said.

“No,” Tom said.  “It’s not.  He tells the postman that’s his address and then he gets a letter there the next day.”  The other kids snickered.  Lewis could feel Helena’s eyes somewhere in the darkness behind him, as he stammered through what he knew was a nonsensical explanation.