I’m reading Jonathon Rabb’s The Book of Q, a novel about a Manichaean conspiracy. On my way into work this morning, I was musing about similarities between this and Foucault’s Pendulum (not entirely a fair comparison, but hey). When I stepped onto the bus, a the first guy I saw was reading Foucault’s Pendulum. I was immediately suspicious: that’s obviously not a coincidence, right? I started to look nervously around the rest of the bus, wondering how many of the passengers were consipirators.

I really need to stop reading books like this.