[Graphic: Dan Brown, Wikipedia]
So I am going to post them in rapid succession with minimum comments.
Closing the book on the lousiest story ever sold, Mail & Guardian Online, Tom Eaton, 27 May 2006 ... The past 10 years of his life had savaged the dilapidated novelist. His cheeks, once chubby and flushed, were flaking onion-skin drawn tight over a mangrove swamp of burst blood vessels; and his eyes -- little round beads that had blinked quizzically from the back covers of 500-million paperbacks -- were useless egg-whites swimming in two oily pans. He sank deeper into his chair, and listened to the indistinct shrieks coming from outside, where his great-grandchildren -- Mary Magdalene, John-Judas Junior, Phil the Baptist and little Gomorrah-Sue -- were sticking knitting needles into a wax effigy of Dostoyevsky. ... There was a curious whooshing, strumming sound, and a shadow crossed his blind old eyes. The grand piano, dropped by God from 80 000 feet, obliterated him in an atonal shower of splinters. It was very dark and cold. The old man groped in front of him, his footsteps echoing. "Jesus?" he stammered. A silvery voice replied. "Nobody of that name here" "Is this ...?" "Even in death he cannot resist litotes," said the voice, and there was faint rustling laughter all around him. "When shall we make him start?" asked a silky voice somewhere below him. "Now," said the silver voice. "Bring the Pen and the Eternal Ream. And when he weeps, you may scourge him" ... When thinking of what comment to make on this, Obadiah 1:15, which I recently looked at in my study of Messianic prophecies of the Old Testament, came to mind:
"The day of the LORD is near for all nations. As you have done, it will be done to you; your deeds will return upon your own head."