Thought it might be fun, occasionally, to post brief conversations between Bob and me. Here's one that took place last night, while I was, yet again, ensconced in The Faerie Queene (I promise a proper update post on that soon, most likely Sunday, when I'm halfway through the first book).
(You must read this conversation keeping in mind that neither Bob nor Emily has ever read a single word written by Tim LaHaye, and neither really knows much about him at all, although Emily keeps thinking she ought to try to read him, if for no other reason than that such an endeavor might make very good fodder for a humorous blog post.)
Emily: You know, Edmund Spenser was sort of the Tim LaHaye of his day.
Bob (looking about as incredulous as any human being can look): No he wasn't.
Emily: Well, I mean, a far-better educated, well-read, and historically-informed Tim LaHaye. But his interpretation (or maybe misinterpretation) of stuff in the Bible...you should read [technically, that would be "re-read"] the way he personifies The Seven Deadly Sins.
Bob: Spenser was a genius. Tim LaHaye is a hack.
(At which point, the conversation ends, because, well, try as she might -- and you just know Emily and her general cussedness are trying -- Emily can't argue with that.)