w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Unusually for me, I'm struggling to finish a book that I started in the summer.

The pitch seems to be that a trio of warring, dysfunctional brothers eventually press-gang enough neanderthals (or whoever was around exactly 2000 years B.C.) into building the greatest-ever temple.

I'm finding it somewhat incongruous that people were able to talk so articulately then, but I guess that conversations peppered with "Ynggh" and "Grarrggg" would make the plot a tad difficult to follow. And some people must have had the vision and drive to succeed in their desire to construct something which must have seemed impossible to others?

But I have this irreverent vision when, after the final stone is put into place and they all stand back to admire their handiwork, a crew of itinerant navvies roll by and call out "Oi, we've got some spare asphalt. You want a path round that?"