People have laughed and whooped in triumph and sort to expose me and shame me
January 1, 2017 § Leave a comment
People have laughed and whooped in triumph, and sort to expose me, and shame me. Faces twisted with vicious glee, they march on my castle with their flaming torches like in Frankenstein. I let them bash their brains out like moths against a lighthouse. I play them like a piano. The Turks are at the gates of Vienna, mother. But I have repelled them. I take their abandoned cannons and forge it into the great bell which I put at the top of my cathedral.