tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857882.post1554533428326816191..comments2023-11-17T11:08:31.857-06:00Comments on Michael May: “Your Reclamation, Then” | Seymour Hicks (1935)Michael Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514945570212261283noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857882.post-30061312713900981262017-12-18T23:19:19.131-06:002017-12-18T23:19:19.131-06:00I don't think you were rambling. That's a ...I don't think you were rambling. That's a great thought about how the Spirit needs definition. I agree. I like Dickens' idea that our memories are elusive and malleable (that's how I interpret the flickering), but there should still be shape to it. Michael Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12514945570212261283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857882.post-74888695445420060052017-12-18T18:15:47.691-06:002017-12-18T18:15:47.691-06:00I don't care for this version. Even the Jim Ca...I don't care for this version. Even the Jim Carrey candle-like specter is better that just an amorphous blob with no definition. Loses some weight in that. Or, more to it, it makes it more like the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, which is unseen and hidden beneath a robe, most times. This one should have definition, as Scrooge's past Christmases do have substance to them. I am rambling.Caffeinated Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18116651473308629663noreply@blogger.com