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durham_knits at 10:54am on 29/02/2004
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How is it that showers can provide the best inspiration? Somehow, the crowning piece of the key scene just popped up. It might not mean anything to you right now, but hey, I'm pretty excited about this little snatch of dialogue. It's cleared up a few things... including the old woman who showed up at the bus stop without being planned, the change in the ending time, and the character of Elizabeth's roommate, Sal. (Though... I'm not sure Sally fits as a name. I'll have to do some work on that one... almost all the names in here are somehow symbollic...)
"Well, Muhammad is the last prophet," Sal explained. She paused, turned, and typed something in a frenzy before giving a satisfied nod and turning back to me. "All the rest had their messages perverted by something, usually mistranslation. The Gospels? They're hardly the whole story, are they. They're human words translating things God told this guy, so they're not pure. But the Qu'ran? This is supposed to be the true message, in its original Arabic, the one directly from God."
I picked up the text from on her desk and looked at the scrawling Arabic symbols on the binding. "And what if something happened to Muhammad's message, too?" I asked. "What if something tainted that, too? Maybe not the words themselves, this time, but what they're supposed to mean?"
Sal glanced over at the paperback in my hand, then back to the paper taking form on her computer. She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I guess we'd need another prophet."
"Well, Muhammad is the last prophet," Sal explained. She paused, turned, and typed something in a frenzy before giving a satisfied nod and turning back to me. "All the rest had their messages perverted by something, usually mistranslation. The Gospels? They're hardly the whole story, are they. They're human words translating things God told this guy, so they're not pure. But the Qu'ran? This is supposed to be the true message, in its original Arabic, the one directly from God."
I picked up the text from on her desk and looked at the scrawling Arabic symbols on the binding. "And what if something happened to Muhammad's message, too?" I asked. "What if something tainted that, too? Maybe not the words themselves, this time, but what they're supposed to mean?"
Sal glanced over at the paperback in my hand, then back to the paper taking form on her computer. She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I guess we'd need another prophet."