‘King’ James Malley: Prayer of Manasses

By | 1 December 2010

The figure of the tyrant-monster is known to the mythologies,
folk traditions, legends, and even nightmares, of the world; and
his characteristics are everywhere essentially the same.

He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and
ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact,

‘I – well, my name is Richard Papen –’
He put his head to the side and blinked again, bright-eyed,
amiable as a sparrow.
‘– and I want to take your class in ancient Greek.’

Great white bearskins lay about underfoot, and the only
furniture was a lot of low beds covered with Indian rugs.
Instead of pictures

Dolly saw it was his right hand. His bloody working
hand. A man could hardly pick his nose with a thumb and
half a pointer. They were done for; stuffed, cactus. Thank
you, Lady Luck, you rotten slut.

, I carry

and nurse, my diffident twin, I’m often morose, and think
of those statues that lean above themselves in water,
tossed their plumes. The Queen had come.

The shutters and doors of the Radley house were closed on
Sundays, another thing alien to Maycomb’s ways: closed
doors meant illness and cold weather only. Of all days Sunday


I let Irene cut my hair today. It’s kind of horrible. She’s only
twenty, and her skin is all broken out from PCP and heroin. I got
so absorbed listening to her stories of blackouts and arrests for

prostitution that I didn’t notice how badly the haircut was ac-
tually going.
Julie is so cheerful I want to punch her.

LORD DARLINGTON [still seated L.C.]: Oh, nowadays so many con-
ceited people go about Society pretending to be good, that I think
it shows rather a sweet and modest disposition to pretend to be bad.
Besides, there is this to be said. If you pretend to be good, the world
takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn’t. Such
is the astounding stupidity of optimism.
LADY WINDERMERE: Don’t you want the world to take you
seriously, then, Lord Darlington?
LORD DARLINGTON: No, not the world … you

larly, if we question someone on well determined events in his private or
public life, he may reply, “I know nothing.” And this nothing includes
the totality of the facts on which we questioned him. Even Socrates
with his famous statement, “I know that I know nothing,” designates
by this nothing the totality of being considered as Truth.

“It sounds darling,” Mrs. Carpenter agreed.
“Sybil, hold still, pussy.”
“Did you see more glass?” said Sybil.
Mrs. Carpenter sighed. “All right,” she said.
She replaced the cap on the sun-tan oil bottle.
“Now run and play, pussy. Mommy’s going up to
the hotel and have a Martini with Mrs. Hubbel.

I’ll bring you the olive.”

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