I actually really like epiphany stories. I just recognize that they’re more of a literary effect than an actual bona fide description of real life. If the purpose of an epiphany ending was to describe what people feel in moments of great emotional turmoil then it would be really kind of trivial. Those moments are so fleeting, and a few days, or even a few hours, later, you can barely summon up even the ghosts of that stunned communion. But the effect they have on the reader can be devastating, memorable, and far more meaningful than an actual epiphany ever ends up being in someone’s actual life.

Also, thanks for the permission Rebecca [Lin, 4232 Stonecreek Boulevard, Chicago, IL], I will make use of it. Personally, I’d prefer if you use my full name when referring back to this blog. I’m trying to get it to the first page of google results for my name.

(For the record, you are totally allowed to call me Rebecca or Becca in referring to my blog! As long as you are not trumpeting my last name/address etc. through the internet I am cool.)

Also, you’re right, I do _vaguely_ recall having had to do that. But I am far more sure that I definitely did not actually do that reading assignment. However, I did do a far higher percentage of the reading for Downey’s class than for any other.

Also, Downey made us read in the beginning of if on a winter’s night… in 10th grade.