~ “A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany” ~ (10333 hits)
“A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany”
By
Gregory V. Boulware
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“They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man…but where does one begin and the other end – Why is it the so-called educated do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”
“HALLOW II”:A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany
Or
(A Significant Era of Perceptive Aroma and Vision)
Bowery of the Crimson Frock and Flesh
“Even a man, who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the ‘Wolfsbane’ blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright.”
“One day men will look back and say, I gave birth to the twentieth century”
Coincidences, seemingly of a marvelous character, there are few persons who have not, on occasion, been startled. It also goes without saying; even the calmest of thinkers have experienced a vague thrilling half-credence in the supernatural genre.
Adopted in Paris, the suggestion of the discovery of an assassin are founded in any similarity could quite possibly, produce a very similar result.
Consider the most trifling variation of facts in this supposition. With respect to the latter branch, the two cases might give rise to the most important miscalculations. Thoroughly diverting the eventful courses, a mathematical error in which its own individuality may be inappreciated by a process resulting enormously at variance with the truth. We must not fail in our understanding the calculus of probability, which forbids any ideas of an extension of the parallel effect. In proportion, this parallel has already been long-drawn and exactly on point.
Abberline recalled the statement from one of several interviews with the six whores of ‘Cleveland Street’ in the ‘White Chapel District.’ The funeral of Martha Taibron brought them all to collusion. They needed to join forces for their very survival. They were constantly pursued by McQueen, the pimp of Nickel Street. He extorted money and s*xual favors from the street walkers – ladies of the night.
“They were lured with grapes, champagne, and laudanum. And then they were all euthanized.” The inspector spoke in trance-like sentences. “They were transported and dumped.”
The inspector began interviewing professional men. He spoke with doctors, dentists, taxidermists, veterinarians, surgeons, barbers, and butchers to the disapproval, chagrin, and dismay of Scotland Yard High Officials.
Emissaries brought the names of ‘Duprae’ and ‘Abberline’ to the America’s. Not unlike ‘Sherlock Holmes,’ they had become household names within the law enforcement community. Duprae’s mantra preceded that of his famous colleague. The family crest of Lord Talbot arrived years before them.
The simple process to which he incorporated in solving cases had never before been disclosed to anyone… Not even the Prefect. The sole entity of that demesne is gifted to only me.
Of course, it’s not so surprising that the closed and solvent affairs were regarded as just short of miracles or that Chaunea’s analytical abilities gained his the notoriety and awarded credit on intuition and sagacious insight.
Being frank would have created an atmosphere of prejudice and abuse to every individual who would inquire into his practicum of procedure; his indolent humor forbade any such agitation of a topic whose interest has long ago dissipated. This position in many past times, have found him the attraction of cynical political eyes. The insolvable cases of which he was engaged were requested services at a level above Prefect.
Marie was the only daughter of the widow ‘Estelle Roget (Rogers)’ In France, they were named ‘Roget’ while the American adoption changed it and pronounced it as ‘Rogers.’ Marie’s (she is sometimes called Mary) father died when she was a baby. He was assassinated when she was approximately eighteen months of age. The couple, along with their daughter, resided in a close-nit cul-de-sac community, in Queens. The father kept a flat in Manhattan for business ventures. His death provided the aggrieved ladies a comfortable living.
~Hallow II~
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
/* Ya’ateeh, As Salaam Alaikum, Shalom, Hotep, and Hola, My Friends One and All!
Ironically, this topic has relevance to an upcoming book which is currently in production: ‘Hallow II’ A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany
“The Catharsis Table” – an excerpt – (a sneak preview): …Beer moves by the six-pack and as singles. The liquor goes by the dollar cup and priced upwards to the half-gallon. The steady flow of neighborhood customers keep the old lady pretty busy, by day and by night. Oh, did I mention that she was about eighty-four or eighty-five years of age? That was of course back a few years ago.
A few of the regulars do enjoy a joint or two with their order of a shot and a brew. They bring their own weed although a simple telephone call could provide delivery service. She didn’t mind much when we lit up. She never failed to grace the table with her rendition of reefer’s effect on her. “Damn man, when I suffered from my back pain, Ronald gave me a toke or two…sometimes I smoked a half of one. That pain, Oh my goodness… would just simply disappear. I couldn’t remember where I put a few things or what in hell I was doing in the kitchen…the back pain was gone and I felt a whole hell of a lot better than I did before. ****, I even skipped through the house and sang a few songs…at eighty-four! So you know I know what it’s possibly doing for you. Go on and smoke it, I don’t care too much, so much as ‘John Law’ don’t know about it.” > I do hope that you all enjoyed that little snippet…This new book should be available well before ‘Halloween 2015.’
/* ...Another Excerpt From The New and Soon To Be Released "HALLOW2"
"What Happened To That Pig?"
The Peg-Leg Pig, "Man That's A Pretty Good Lil Ole Pig!"
"A Texan was driving his Cadillac through a town down about 'Louisiana' way when he passed a house. On the porch o f this house he noticed a peg-leg pig walking about. He slammed on the brakes of the car and backed up to the house. The man went up to the porch of the house and knocked on the door. A little ole man came out and said hi to the man. "Can I help you with something son?
The man smiled and said, "You know, I was driving by and I saw this pig on your porch with a peg-leg. I want to know how that pig got this peg-leg." "Well Partner, you see, that's a pretty good lil ole pig. One day, I was out riding on my John Deer Tractor when it tipped over. I couldn't get out from under it. I took a sniff and smelled the diesel fuel spilling out. That pig took a sniff and smelled it too. Well, you know, that pig dug around and pulled me out from under that there tractor just in the nick of time. Just after he pulled me out, the tractor went up with a boom and a whoosh. Man, that's a pretty good lil ole pig."
The Texan said, "Yeah Mr. Farmer, that's a pretty good story. But I still don't know how that pig got that peg-leg!"
"Well Partner," said the farmer, "that's a pretty good lil ole pig." The old man shuffled his overalls and pulled out his pipe from the middle breast pocket and gave it a light and said, "Well Partner, one day, about six in the mornin, about six months ago, in the winter time; it was quite cold you know? Me and my wife had this kerosene heater to keep warm. I smelled this here smoke when it went whoosh and boom and the house caught fire. Well that pig took a sniff and smelled the kerosene and smoke from the fire. Well, that lil ole pig dug around and grabbed me and my wife and daughter. He pulled us all out of the house when the house went up in flames. He got us all out just in the nick of time. Man, that's a pretty good lil ole pig, yes sir, he surely is!"
By this time, the Texan has gotten a bit frustrated and had taken all that he could in maintaining his patience. He said to the farmer, "Partner, that's a pretty good story. But I still don't know how that pig got that peg-leg! What happened to that pig?"
The farmer smiled once again and attempted to take another drag on his pipe. It wasn't lit. He struck a match on the side one of the porch's wooden support beams. After lighting his pipe and successfully taking a long and satisfying drag, he smiled a broad and appealing smile and gazed out over the land. He then turned to the traveler with the sustained grin on his face and said, "Man, when you got a pig as good as him, you just don't eat him all at one time."
®The Catharsis Table - "Hallow II" Greg. (a.k.a., Dr. Gregory V. Boulware, ®BIA-Connect Platform/Network) http://www.BoulwareEnterprises.com ~ What Happened to That Pig? ~ PBS/America Reframed */
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