Showing posts with label The Kinks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Kinks. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
MR. PLEASANT (THAT'S ME)
I was a young man at the time, and intimately acquainted with some of the actors in this strange tale; the impression which its incidents made on me, therefore, were deep, and lasting. I shall now endeavour, with precision, to relate them all, combining, of course, in the narrative, whatever I have learned from various sources, tending, however imperfectly, to illuminate the darkness which involves its progress and termination.
Text: J. Sheridan Le Fanu, The Familiar (1872)
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Thursday, March 6, 2014
INFINITE RELIEF (A PEEP AT THE MOON)
The chief disciples and an intimidating array of senior Lamas
were gathered around the Rimpoché to receive
me. Just as I was about to pass through
the doorway of the room and prostate
myself, I had to stop and search agitatedly beneath
the flap of my borrowed gown, delving into the loose
fold above my hurriedly wound sash. To
my infinite relief, my fingers
soon encountered the Kharda, the ceremonial scarf which must accompany
the gift I was about to make, though I had no clear recollection of having put it there a few moments before. Even if these eminent
recluses and professors should discover my ignorance, at
least they would have no cause to consider me
boorish.
Then, taking a deep
breath, as for a plunge, I strode forward,
fell to my knees and placed my forehead on the ground. Just as I was about to
rise for the third time, I felt the touch of gnarled
old fingers on my scalp and immediately my agitation left me. The expression in the many pairs of
eyes regarding me was friendly, and I knew then that I had no cause for embarrassment or fear.
John Blofeld, The Wheel of Life, Berkeley, Shambala, 1972
Kate Sanborn, Old Time Wall Papers, Greenwich, The Literary Collector Press, 1905.
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