Literary Lusts: Dr Malcolm

Didn’t anyone tell you? Chaos Theory is sex eh. That is to say sexy. Oh dear, my typing and brain functions have gone all a flutter just thinking about this particular literary doc. And before you go berating me for dubiously labelling anything by Michael Crichton ‘literary’, keep in mind that Dr Malcolm is a result of words on paper. Ergo, he a bonafide literary lust.

Of course, he’s so much more. He’s the cool voice of reason against the tyrannical Dr Hammond. He’s the Jeff Goldblumy yumminess that took Spielberg’s film adaptation of Jurassic Park all the way up to eleven. He’s the man we ladies point to when explaining to doofus boys why brainy men ARE made of lusty lusciousness.

I try not to think about this particular literary lust too hard mainly because I was 5 when I first saw the movie, and only read Jurassic Park a couple of years ago. But hey, it’s not like a Humbert Humbert situation or anything…

People ask me why I’ve been single for nearly 3 years. It’s because I’m waiting for the REAL man in black to whisk me off my feet and teach me wondrous things about mathematics. (No disrespect to Johnny Cash intended)

Umm and because I feel like it, here’s another picture. Note the warm glowing warming glow to emphasise his wise soliloquy that preceded this screen shot.

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