Such were the determinations of Κλωθώ, Λάχεσις, and Ἄτροπος. And then the wheel turned once more, and brought the next trio of Spartacists to bathe in that pool from which the nymphs and the satires, being fundamentally rational creatures, had long since fled. —
Spartacist
40. Clismathea, the late Mr Illingworth’s remaining handmaiden, who had been such a comfort to Mr Rodolfo Mather-Steiner in his state of bereavement; —
Clismathea
8. Face, the kidult who shared with Book, Evelyn Wagge the hipstress, and also with those other kidults Dee Fwend and Mimi those terrible, vacant longueurs in the Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island; —
Face
Mr Harrison Lupine had no friends. That is to say, he cared for nobody, and the world, in a qualified sense presently to be explicated, substantially reciprocated his insouciance. This had not always been the case for, growing up in a bleak box in Inns Court Knowle West, one of the indeterminately numbered offspring of parents who treated the domestic establishment as a therapeutic treatment centre and pharmacy, he was in his tender years an assiduous murderer of kittens and puppies and domesticated rodents, and the source of a great deal of hand wringing among those responsible for the provision of paediatric-psychiatry services to South Bristol and North Somerset. Withal, in the fullness of time he attained a legal if not actual maturity; whereupon, it being widely agreed among the aforementioned professionals that he was a Kant of the first order, that is to say he had an untreatable and dangerous personality disorder, the hand wringers of his youth washed their wrung hands of him, and passed the baton onto other institutions which were prepared to adopt a somewhat more robust approach to the management of the issues which he posed. Thereafter, he served several prison sentences for crimes of increasing severity, and inter alia is acknowledged as having been the chief suspect in almost every case of homosexual rape the entire length of the Bristol-Bath cycle path. —
Mr Harrison Lupine
In remarking that Mr Lupine had no friends, I own that as intimated this remark of mine requires a certain amount of clarification. That is to say, firstly that Mr Lupine enjoyed outwardly cordial relations with many of the disgusting yobs populating the basement of Pex 'n' Quads, and was to be observed quite frequently in the company of those Alphish personages Caliban and Mr Jupiter the urolagnist, and also that marginally less Alphish personage, the fake psychopath Wanksy, who of course imitated Mr Lupine most slavishly. I cannot forbear to mention that, indeed, certain of the managers and staff of Pex ’n’ Quads were not above consorting with this monster, John Virgil Haruspex being most saliently to be mentioned in this regard, along with several of the less discriminating Troys and Kurts. Secondly, Mr Lupine was by no means above putting in an appearance at the Old Disgrace, where he played almost to perfection the role of a charismatic eccentric with a big personality holding court, by which means he ensnared all the civilians attending that establishment who were naive enough to flock to his standard. Withal, it will be abundantly clear that Caliban, Wanksy, and the sundry civilians who became entangled in the webs woven by that arachnid were not ever on terms of intimacy with him, but rather stood in relation to him on a scale somewhere between being the allies of his expediency and the prey of his gratuitously sadistic wiles. —
Pex ‘n’ Quads
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