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.
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.