It was obvious to Dave even when the first 2 minutes in his morning workout hinted that he may not last the whole 30 minutes, something was different. He was still a little dorphed from JBF'd but that wasn't what he was feeling. It wasn't the date on the calendar nor the tingling in his loins. It was more like the spiritual connectedness of communion on that certain Sunday. He remembered his dream right before awakening involving an elderly ragamuffin seeking employment and the bag lady in the movie that caught his attention right before the Butler - VCU game. Yes, there WAS a message being sent to Dave and he probed contemplatively as he pulled on the resistance bar. Then it hit him . . . we are all re-enacting
a paraphrase of the Human Condition embedded in our DNA and telegraphed by every rock and flower in our presence. The protagonist is self and the interpretation is kabuki-styled advancement emphasized by memory dumps delineating the chapters. This one is Balzac-ish wilth no willful premonition. Read it once more and it'll be apparent. Thine is the power and the Goriot forever, Ah - - womMEN.