He summons his enemy, his death-bed request is to have the man who wanted him in the ground, finish the document for him.
It’s supposed to tell the loving story of a man trying to rebuild his life after great tragedy, who attempts normalcy by quietly settling in New Orleans with the woman he loves, while facing the blackness of that battle, the aftermath of its legacy, and the truth of who he is as a man, but it’s proving to be a rougher read to grasp than I expected.
In 1895 John Perry challenged Kelvin's figure on the basis of his assumptions on conductivity, and Oliver Heaviside entered the dialogue, considering it "a vehicle to display the ability of his operator method to solve problems of astonishing complexity." Other scientists backed up Thomson's figures.
Darwin, proposed that Earth and Moon had broken apart in their early days when they were both molten.
I actually thought the book would deal more intimately with the battle, what led up to that colossal defeat, the on the ground maneuvers, the after affects of the tragic loss, the tactical error, or the pride of ego that led to the slaughter of his men, but that’s exactly the story Hicks did not want to tell, which is definitely his prerogative as the author.
So I put the book down to muse, take a small break, and came across an internet story about some Brit claiming he has proof God doesn’t exist. The Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and End, the Creator of the Universe? Jones may be standing in the VIP line behind Jay-Z.
I had a friend pass away a few months ago who did not believe in God and he was a GREAT guy, the absolute GREATEST. I LOVE Hicks’s , it’s just I’m having a bumpy ride in the wagon.