Message-ID: <40309asstr$1041808219@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2003 14:48:17 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TXM6: Angela Mannino's Note Book: February 6, 1993 Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2003 18:10:19 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates 00006TxM6 Henry Whitman Character Study by Angela.doc TXM6: Angela Mannino's Note Book: February 6, 1993 Formerly: 0941Xjhw0314XLaurie.htm (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction http://www.seanfarragher.com/txm6 http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss http://www.seanfarragher.com/poetry ANGELA'S NOTEBOOK February 6, 1993 Character Study: Henry Whitman now at 50, so handsome, recognized the flaw of beauty and refused to delude himself: he grew older with every black sunrise and every shadow beneath and inside his eyes. Henry showed up on that horizon of the taxi stand, early, before 6 am, to stretch the curve of the terminator as it appeared. "It is not where I stand that is important," he might have said. "Out there is. Look at the moon, standing there on its surface the line of light at dawn is without any boundary. "On one side it is hot and the other dead at nearly absolute zero. That is barely reasonable when compared to the grit and grate of the actual land where I have chosen to plant my feet to stretch more than my mind." Yes, Henry loved to promote the show of words. He loved to strike an immoral balance and did it even with the rocks, stones, gravel and dirty water of the Hudson out there. He could have said all of this if I let him. I control it. I am imagining not what was or can become, but rather what is perfect for my notebook sketch of Henry. It is valuable, for now as Laurie lie dying, he will change and the perceptions he marks down in any script, even by my distorted sketch, becomes the rapture of that unpredictable change. It will never be the same. We, Henry, Laurie, Aaron and I were a perfect geometric form that had no name. Not square, circle, oblate sphere or undefined mass. Laurie's kidnap, captivity and drove him friend to his loss, combined with an absolute grief that will not be erased even if by some miracle Laurie lives. We all die you know, but how that torments us. And why that is the only question I never want to know too soon. In another culture when they execute criminals (something in itself despicable), they do not warn them when they will die. It happens at random at any time after they are ordered dead. The "axe man" just does it. They dissolve without knowing when. They are robbed of that perception for crimes against the state as well as for murder. Henry changed by the loss of Laurie saw death as a river eroding his own spirit. Yes, I know I am projecting. What if all of us are immortal, and death is just punctuation. Yes Henry had a sense of humor. Will he keep it? Will the loss of "his perfect beauty," as he called Laurie, change the "I don't give a fuck rogue" into a man who accepts the fakery of another personality fitted by grief. Laurie took pride in Henry's image of her vulnerable beauty. I know why he said it, and I know Laurie believed it and him. She was perfect. for more TxM6 Hyperfiction http://www.seanfarrager.com XXXX -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+