I must admit, that I’ve always been a bit freaked out by Freemasons since reading Alan Moore’s brilliantly but disturbing tale of Jack the Ripper, From Hell. In Moore’s carefully plotted graphic novel, he laid out how the JTR murders were an elaborate plot, with Masonic involvement. The brilliance of it all was that while there’s no way of knowing that his version of the story was true, nonetheless, he had done his research so well that it was entirely plausible.
Anyway, there’s another tale I could tell about Masons, but I’m about to leave work to head out to a chamber music concert (the fabulous Eggner Trio) and so I don’t have all that much time.
But my two cents for today are that I liked the way Tolstoy contrasted the solemnity (and creepiness) of the Masons with Pierre, with his own little funny thoughts in his head. They’re asking him about his three reasons for joining (and he’s thinking things like, “Yeah, okay, I like the third one. I think I should join!”).
More tomorrow . . .