Thursday, 1 May 2014

After Henry and Thomas.

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priestess?

After that splendid Beltane Eve fire, last night plummeted like a lead weight in an empty oil drum. I read something that left a nauseating stench in my nose, which troubled my sleep and woke me early. It’s still there.

Nevertheless, just as was said of my illustrious predecessor, I have no wish that blood should be spilt on the hallowed altar steps of Canterbury Cathedral, nor even into the reeking flood of the Barcelona sewerage system. I just want the smell to go away. Its source has already gone, but bad smells can be persistent.

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