I think there may be people visiting this blog hoping for more on Robin Cook's death, whereas I don't intend, apart from this short entry, to write about it again. It's not that there weren't other questions that occurred to me, or other observations I could have made. But I think it would have been to labour the point.
I didn't expect to write so much. And the longer I looked into it and kept coming up with questions or inconsistencies or whatever, the more nervous, and haunted by it all, I became. Nervous, spooked, because if there was any truth in what I was implying, then maybe some people wouldn't appreciate my writing about it. Haunted, because I found that I was thinking about it too much; I was taking myself to Ben Stack, not literally, but in my imagination and with the help of photos, maps and Google Earth; and I even watched the funeral again. It was time to stop and think of other things.
Posted by: Sinclair | 2006.06.06 at 14:52
Posted by: Shaphan | 2006.06.06 at 17:07