"Praise to the Narcolepsy" By Hans Fortelius S. J.: 14

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"If you mess with us, this fellow will beat the crap out of all of you." I must confess these were the first words I uttered when an Union platoon intercepted our coach on our way to Prague, confiscated our belongings, and took me and my comrade Ciaran O'Dell S. J. as hostages. That happened on May 25th, 1648; six days later we literally slashed our way out of the enemy garrison. It took us four days to make it to the city--a gipsy caravan helped us. Saint George, in the end, aided us and we could defend Karlsbrücke. He has never forsaken us. Ciaran unfortunately lost his left eye; my right ear is half deaf--a Swede shot his blunderbuss quite near of my head. I could but stumble away as I saw how he became a casualty of our artillery division. He got the worst part of all, I guess. Back then we never took cripples as prisoners, for they never made it. Thence the famous and merciful coup de grâce was our best way to redeem ourselves.

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"If I believed there were anything of the trascendental in this scabbed husk which might survive the death I know will come to me in a few months, I should be happy, then, for I could delude myself I would rejoin my lover. And if Albertina has become for me, now, such a woman as only memory and imagination could devise, well, such is always at least partially the case with the beloved. I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire." -Angela Carter, The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman

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Mr. Murphy Says It Better

Acknowledgements

domingo, 14 de febrero de 2010

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"Praise to the Narcolepsy" By Hans Fortelius S. J.

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