{"id":793,"date":"2008-11-24T18:58:00","date_gmt":"2008-11-24T18:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/wordpress\/?p=793"},"modified":"2010-01-11T00:13:20","modified_gmt":"2010-01-11T00:13:20","slug":"the-childermass-p-97","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/2008\/11\/the-childermass-p-97.html","title":{"rendered":"The Childermass, p.97"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/blogpix\/humanage01a.jpg\" title=\"As I promised myself, I'm finally reading Wyndham Lewis' The Human Age - here Pullman extemporises to Satthersthwaite on fatherhood.\"><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><\/div>\n<blockquote>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8230;&#8221;I shouldn&#8217;t be surprised if one day I met my mother, I hope I shall; but I should if I met my father.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">He presses fiercely forward, his neat white teeth with their graceful absence of set or spread ambushed beneath the bristles of the squalid cavalier moustache, as the father-son motif crops up, with savage appeals from its stage-tomtoms.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I consider <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">the father<\/span> a side-show a mere bagatelle &#8211; they are like the reason, overrated and not essential at all, that is the fathers &#8211; the male at all if it comes to that.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">He laughs, clearing up the atmosphere.  Exit Fathers like a cohort of witches, turning tail at sight of the bristling righteous phalanx of incestuous masculine matrons, with hittite profiles, hanging out like hatchets just clear of the chest, Eton-cropped, short stout necks firmly anchored in asthmatic lungs, with single eyeglasses, and ten diamond corking-pins representing the decaceraphorous beast of the deliverance.  They guard the child-herds.  Revolutionary cockades bouquet&#8217;d with spatulate fig-leaves, symbolic of absolute divorce anti-family son-love and purple passion, dissimulate their abdominal nudity.  Pullman barks fiercely: he is the gelded herd-dog.  He barks at the heels of the Fathers, bearded despotic but now despatched.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;You don&#8217;t find it slightly intoxicating?&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">Enter unobserved at the other extremity of the stage a small select chorus of stealthy matronly papas.  They applaud as one man, community-singing the national anthem of the New Babel jazzed.  They take up their position in the nursery modestly as regards The Average, with caressing eyes like head-lights of Santa Claus doing his rounds.  Sweetly handwashing they stand aside, retiring Big Businessmen.  Featuring as their spokesman, a super-shopwalker offers meat-pale sunkist fleshings of celanese silk stuffed with chocolates, crossword-puzzles, tombola-tickets for crystal-sets, and free-passes for war-films, to the million-headed herd of tiny tots of all ages but one size.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I think it&#8217;s perfectly splendid discipline.  I&#8217;m never quite certain myself, if it&#8217;s a pukka White Man&#8217;s policy.  There&#8217;s the other fellow to be considered even if he&#8217;s a mere pawn or peon.&#8221;<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;&#8221;I shouldn&#8217;t be surprised if one day I met my mother, I hope I shall; but I should if I met my father.&#8221; He presses fiercely forward, his neat white teeth with their graceful absence of set or spread ambushed beneath the bristles of the squalid cavalier moustache, as the father-son motif crops up, with [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=793"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3770,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793\/revisions\/3770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.cookylamoo.com\/boringlikeadrill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}