For Our Eyes Only
Victoria Bond chose to take the train to London to see Clive Rougemont. She needed time to think. She deduced she and Miriam Starfish Christling were in deep shit. How deep, was not the question. Victoria wrote this on her yellow legal pad;
“How deep do you want to go!”
That’s when she heard Miriam’s mournful waling that caught up with the whistle of the train at every crossing, proving a mathematical relativity that only her dear lover could fathom. Victoria felt quaking in her throat as she knew her beloved Wild Woman was doing everything she could to keep this question, down;
“Are you going to betray me, my love?”
The heat of her tears began to blur her mission, which was to Deprogram herself. She took about BAD’s treatment on David Hume’s Guillotine, which was the prescribed moral and logical lifeboat all BAD agents were instructed to use – to the best of their ability. There was no guarantee this lifeboat will save your ass, or, anyone’s ass you might-ought to be considering worth saving.
“A boat, is a boat, is a boat. All boats are the same because they serve three purpouses. 1. They keep the occupant dry. 2. They keep the occupant fro drowining. 3. They get you to and from you destination. Our object is to get other spies to lose tract of what a boat is. If you are not sure you are lost, then, read this……..
In every system of morality, which I have hitherto met with, I have always remarked, that the author proceeds for some time in the ordinary way of reasoning, and establishes the being of a God, or makes observations concerning human affairs; when of a sudden I am surprised to find, that instead of the usual copulations of propositions, is, and is not, I meet with no proposition that is not connected with an ought, or an ought not. This change is imperceptible; but is, however, of the last consequence. For as this ought, or ought not, expresses some new relation or affirmation, ’tis necessary that it should be observed and explained; and at the same time that a reason should be given, for what seems altogether inconceivable, how this new relation can be a deduction from others, which are entirely different from it. But as authors do not commonly use this precaution, I shall presume to recommend it to the readers; and am persuaded, that this small attention would subvert all the vulgar systems of morality, and let us see, that the distinction of vice and virtue is not founded merely on the relations of objects, nor is perceived by reason.”
Miriam’s wail got even louder because she knew her beloved Miriam was reading this paragraph – that she refused to read!
“I would never betray you this way!”
“What way would you betray me?” was Victoria’s comeback. Then she wrote;
“When mothers die young, when their children are young, the greater tears to be shed, are shed by the dead mother, for she has lost them, her beloved souls that were put in her care.”
Victoria studied what she wrote and asked if this was pure Victoria sentiment, or, a valid observation.
“What is the primary and most lingering emotion the children own after losing their mothers?”
Victoria tapped her pen on her lower teeth and gazed at nothing in particular. She thought she saw Miriam running alongside the train, very fast. She was shouting to Victoria.
“What? What are you saying?”
Victoria got up and lowered the window.
“The answer is, we all feel guilty. We feel we caused our mother’s death!”
Victoria dropped her yellow pad, and sunk her face in her trembling hands. Where did this answer come from? Is there such a thing as a psychic interenion. Did the fact that she, Miriam and Belle all lost their mothers when they were nine. That’s three nines? Does this have any meaning? If Miriam were here, she would be all over this with he PI ditty.
All of a sudden, Miriam is running alongside the train. She is holding up a large poster-board upon which is written…..
“9+9=18. 1+8=9. 18+9=27. 2+7=9”
Victoria almost fainted. She was not longer blocked to math. Miram had been jamming and cramming her brain with simple match riddles. When she asked why she had not read Hume’s Guilotine, she sad.
“He is fucking with my parents Russian Fairytales and the Secret Math they found that applies to them. This is why it is important we find Queen Victoria’s lost library. I suspect it is full of Fairytales that have not see the light of day for a hundred years – at least!”
Of course, a boat is not a boat – when it is a Fairytale. Now, Victoria owned the real picture of what Miriam is doing, she is stalking about Osborne House looking for Fairytale Library.
“The is hope for us – yet!” Victoria wrote. And, she put her notepad away.
I will no longer be using photographs of living people for my book. I decided twenty minute ago to use Pre-Raphaelite painting. I found the perfect image for Victoria Serena Bond. I then found this…My Winged Muses are on my side, and are my friends. I can do not wrong.
I am driving over a cliff in depicting Lesbian Lovers as spies. I made no study on this. The typical Bond plot, has James getting good reasons to kill a man or ten after chasing him down. Only then is he rewarded with sexual intercourse from a woman. I want to add – what are we fighting and dying for? Any oaf can be loyal to his country for almost any damn reason. Are men and women loay to one another – like they used to be?
I was in a line at my pharmisist listening to a father and his son argue about Gamer Rules. This beautiful boy, about nine, was making a point about characters being brought back to life, and his father was saying his reasoning was not sound. I had bee working on and important aspect of my book, and begged to ask them a question. The father’s phone rang and he said;
“My son will answer your question.”
There we were at Wal-Mart pharmacy talking about a plot for a James Bond movies. I was so impressed with this sophisticated human being who had so many answers. He is the male version of Victoria – and Miriam. I better now my stuff. I just found this……This is a mother! What as son! What a father! Harry’s loyalty to Meghan is exemplary! Mission accomplished! Well done!
Talk: Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists And The Isle of Wight
Interested in art? Why not head to this talk tomorrow (Saturday) night at Dimbola about Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists And The Isle of Wight.
If you’re looking for something different to do tomorrow (Saturday) evening why not head to Dimbola Museum and Galleries.
Vaguely Sunny in association with the Julia Margaret Cameron Trust are hosting a lecture by the highly-respected writer Dr Jan Marsh.
Dr Marsh will be discussing the Pre-Raphaelite Women Artists and their connection to the Isle of Wight
Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:
The discovery that THE MAN WITH A GUN is Norbert Davis – catipults me to the top of todays Mystery Writers, especially since I have proven I am kin to Ian Fleming, who wanted my kin, Richard Burton, to star in the first James Bond movie. This is a divine anointment – from beyond the grave that is an addition to all the recent novels written about Mary Magdalene. It is rumored Dan Brown and his wife eavesdropped on a Templar yahoogroup that Bill Arney was a member of.