No, I'm not reviewing the excellent and daring film by Alfred Hitchcock. No, I'm just using a cheap and easy film reference because I can't think what to title this post. But it does, sort of, apply.
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There was a young woman on the train who was reading a book. I'm not a nosy person, so I didn't look to see what book she was reading. When we came to the Broadway stop in Camden, one stop before mine, she closed her book and put it back into her bag. I happened to catch the title in the corner of my eye, and it filled me with a deep uneasiness that I can't quite explain. The book was Left Behind by Tim LeHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins. If you're not familiar with this book, perhaps you should be. To that end, I'd like to draw your attention to some recent blogging on the subject.
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