On a busy European street, the killer serpentined through a crowd. He was a powerful man. Dark and potent. Deceptively agile. His muscles still felt hard from the thrill of his meeting.
The comparison of Douglas Adams to Monty Python is a good one. I have enjoyed both considerably on my own... but once you start to hear other people "nerding out" on them, throwing lines back and forth out of context, rehashing all the less subtle moments, or engaging in long debates about minor points... it starts to get a little embarrassing.
Some time ago I discovered that if you watch a Monty Python's Flying Circus episode after not having consumed any Monty Python for a period of at least ten years, it is hilarious.
I'll often take a deliberate break from favorite books, TV shows, or music for this very reason. Familiarity does breed contempt for these things (for music, anyway; I read some studies about it a couple of years ago by a couple of researchers who were trying to figure out why the popularity of hit singles tends to follow a bell curve). After awhile, even favorite stuff can get old.
A good thing, too. There'd be no incentive for creative innovation otherwise.
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A good thing, too. There'd be no incentive for creative innovation otherwise.