Wednesday May 15th 2013
OK. I will wave the white flag. And I'll try to
argue my surrender has nothing to do with any wimpy-ness on my part, or
fear of Grocery Store encounters, or boiling head syndrome, or Tic.
Nor do I want you to think my surrender follows after some form of
enhanced interrogation technique on the Rabbit's part. Rather, I
have endured everything I am prepared to throw at myself, and after last
night's long conversation with Walking Stewart he has agreed to merge
briefly with the oneness on the understanding that my conclusion brings
out the shine in Pythagorean thought, and, so long as I take care to
offer detailed accounts of the Rabbit's horribleness.
And I guess there are some who when
they attempt an account of their own existence, their Ecce Homo, if you
like, have some sort of control over the course of what the technical
device calls 510,643 words. A summation so callous I can feel my heart
break. And grudgingly I can understand the importance of structure, when the
Rabbit of Usk shrugs off his sulk and now begins to insist it is his turn to
take the lead, otherwise anarchy and unwarranted innuendo, some of it very
risky, will reduce me to a gibbering wreck, a chaotic pile of confused
inconsequence. And of course The Rabbit's first words to me after the
months of his silence had to be a quote from the Anglo Saxon Chronicles.
"You're like William the Second,"
he said to me, "hateful to almost all your people and odious to God." An
un-auspicious reemergence, I'd suggest.