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Mister Fawst! Study…

 

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Mister Fawst: (Rises to stand, still clutching the weighty tome to his chest. He walks in front of his study desk reading out loud.) ‘I think, therefore, I am’… Hrmph, but if life is no greater a miracle than to think? Then, surely, I need read no more…

Mephisto: (From behind the Veil of Beyond) Surely, a greater subject befits Fawst’s wit!

Mister Fawst: (Still showing no signs that he has heard Mephisto) Pah! I have that… (He casts the tome to the floor in the East and returns to his desk.)

Ira and Luxuria are seated simultaneously.

Mister Fawst: (Once at his desk Fawst scrutines the other books on his desk and selects one.) ‘The way that can be named is not the way’… (Fawst considers the proposition as he moves to the West) Hmm, the unamed way would be difficult if not impossible to formulate, let alone think about, and then follow. Could it even be seen? And if unseen and hence to all intents and purposes unknown, of what possible use could it be?

Mephisto: (Moves out from Beyond the Veil and perches on the edge of Fawst’s desk) A great man should be both seen and heard. Why, how else will his disciples know who and who not to follow…

Mister Fawst: (Apparently, neither seeing nor hearing the entity in his study) Enough of obscurity! The miasma of mystery will not further my ends. (Fawst casts the book to the floor of the West and returns to his desk)

Avaritia and Invidia are seated simultaneously.

Mephisto: (Watches Fawst move back to his study desk with no little amusement. He rises from his perch and points to one of the books on the desk.)

Mister Fawst: (Seemingly of his own volition, picks up the indicated tome from his desk) ‘The reward of sin is death!’ (Fawst wheels away from his desk and heads to the North)

Mephisto: (Throws back his head and laughs loudly) Ha Ha Ha…

Mister Fawst: (On reaching the North) But this saying is hard… If we say we have no sin… We lie… We sin… We die…

Mephisto: (Still unseen and unheard by Fawst) What doctrine call you this?

Mister Fawst: Che sera sera… Divinity, so long! (He casts the book to the floor of the North and returns to his desk.)

Tristitia and Gula are seated simultaneously.

To be continued…

Mister Fawst! A Magical History…

 

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

MISTER FAWST – A Doktor of Theology.

SPENSER – His Valet.

ROGER – His Clown.

BLACK AND WHITE – His good and bad Angels.

ACEDIA AND VAINGLORIA – His Children.

CARBS and CHOLES – His Scholarly Friends.

MEPHISTO – A Shady Magician.

VICES AND VIRTUES – X6.

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FIT ONE: CEREMONY

The Vices and Virtues rise, one by one, and speak, in turn:

Ira: Not warlike. Blood-Spilled! Not romantic. Heart-Thrilled! Not adventurous. Action-Filled!

Invidia: Instead, our muse intends to trill it’s heaven-sent verse ‘gainst this…

Luxuria: …Our players willed to shape the Fawstian Fall for well or ill.

Tristitia: We’ll, for him, plead a base-born life to lead: Uphill! So shortly sped and earned divinities title of Theology, a Doktor, learned!

Avaritia: Up and up… he kept on rising, ’til waxen-wings stopped him flying!

Gula: But first, before that flight, is he within an earth-bound state, and study found…

Acedia: There to slake his lack with subtle sorceries, black!

Vanagloria: The Arts of Dark pursuing, all thought for his Soul’s chief-bliss, denying…

The Vices and Virtues remain standing.

Mister Fawst is seated behind his study desk in the East before the Veil of the Beyond. He is writing something with Feather-Quill and Ink on Parchment…

Chime!

Mister Fawst: (pauses and looks skywards)

Mephisto: (from Beyond the Veil) Settle your scores, Fawst, and sound the depths of that which you profess. Come, display your divinity, the balance of all the arts!

Mister Fawst: (showing no signs of having heard Mephisto’s voice, sighs) Ah! (he picks up a tome from his desk and holds it to his chest) Sweet Reason! Oh, how you have ravished my heart!

… to be continued.

Lion and Hare…

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Lion lived in the forest.

Lion was invincible and the sole champion of the forest.

Whatever other creatures lived in the forest, Lion, killed and ate.

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The animals of the forest came together and drew up a petition for Lion.

‘By killing us all at once you ruin your own interests.

We will send you one animal a day for your dinner.’

Lion agreed to this proposal.

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First up was Hare…

Hare set off for Lion’s lair thinking,

‘Whosoever does not become bewildered in the face of death is truly wise,

I shall devise an expedient.’

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It was well past Lion’s dinner time when Hare finally showed up.

“Hoy,” said Lion, “how come you’re so late,

I shall now have to inflict upon you a penalty far worse than death!”

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“The hour of my arrival is not my fault, your Highness,”

said Hare, bowing low. “I was waylaid by another lion.”

“This other lion,” said Lion, lashing his tail.

“Show him to me!”

Lion’s eyes had turned red with anger.

“Let your Majesty follow me,” said Hare, “and I will take you to the other lion.”

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Hare led Lion to a distant well on a hill.

“There is the other lion’s house,” said Hare pointing at the well.

Lion immediately bounded over to the well

and roared his mightiest roar into it.

But Lion’s mighty roar was returned in kind and

 Lion could see in the dark depths the other beast.

Seeking to confront his adversary Lion leapt into the well…

And was drowned.

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Hare returned to the other animals of the forest

and related to them the fabulous tale

of, ‘the Lion at the bottom of a Well’.

Hare and Lion…

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There once was a Lion who came to town.

“I want Man to be my brother,” said Lion,

“and by and by I will take him into my house.

“Very well,” said Man, and so Lion started visiting him.

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Hare saw all this, went home, put on nice clothes,

and came back saying, “I want Man to be my brother.”

“Man is Lion’s brother,” said the other animals.

“Lion is of no importance,” said Hare, “he is my mount.”

Man laughed at that so Hare went home.

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When Hare had gone the other animals

told Lion what he had said and Lion became angry.

Lion went to Hare’s house and confronted him.

“I never said anything of the sort,” said Hare,

“and if I weren’t too ill to walk I would come back with you and tell them all so.”

“I’ll carry you back there,” said Lion.

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So off they went with Hare on Lion’s back.

The journey was long and the day was hot,

and very soon Hare was gasping and groaning out loud.

“Now, what’s the matter,” said Lion.

“The flies are bothering me,” said Hare, “I will not be able to hold on much longer.”

“I’ll get you a fly switch,” said Lion, which he did, and on they went.

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As Hare and Lion approached town,

Man and all the animals came out to see them.

“Hi”, called Hare, beating Lion with the fly switch,

“didn’t I tell you Lion was my mount.”

Rope to the Sky…

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Man and Hare became great friends.

They were always getting into scrapes together

and getting scolded by their mothers.

One day Man said, “let us do away with our mothers,

then we shall be free.”

Hare was not so sure, so he took a knife

and stabbed it into a plant with red juice.

When Man came back boasting of his freedom,

Hare showed him the juice covered knife and claimed it was blood.

Man believed Hare because he never saw Hare’s mother again,

but Hare had put her up in the sky.

Every day she let down a rope and pulled Hare up to feed.

Man became hungry and was envious of Hare’s fat belly.

“Who’s feeding you,” he asked Hare.

“Oh, no one,” replied Hare.

But Man did not believe Hare.

Next day, Man followed Hare and hid, and listened…

He heard Hare calling softly, “Cast down the rope.”

And when Man looked Hare was climbing a rope into the sky.

Hare was gone quite some time and when he returned he was rubbing his belly.

Next day Man got up early went to the same spot

and called out softly, “Cast down the rope.”

Down came the rope…

When Hare came by he found the rope dangling.

Hare climbed into the sky and found his mother

and all her little ones save the runt, dead.

“Who has done this?” asked Hare.

“Your friend, Man,” answered the runt.

Hare went to his hut and wept.

“What’s up with you?” said Man.

“The sun is hurting my eyes,” said Hare.

Next day Hare went to Man and said, “You’re always very hungry,

so I have discovered a place where there is plenty of game.”

“Show me,” said Man.

“Lie there,” said Hare, “open your mouth and I shall throw it in.”

Man did as he was told.

Hare got red stones, heated them in a  pot

and threw them down Man’s throat.

And that, as they say,  was the end of that.

 

 

 

Burning down the House…

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Man was always chasing Hare

but Hare was usually too swift for him…

One day, by means of a fluke, Man caught Hare,

“Now, I’ve got you,” said Man and he tied Hare to a tree,

then he set off to look for kindling…

Hare sat quiet, pondering his predicament,

and saw Jackal cresting a rise.

Hare began to call out, loudly…

“What’s up with you,” said Jackal, hearing the commotion.

“Man has tied me here and gone in search of meat,

he means to feed me it but I don’t know how to eat it.”

“Meat eh?” said Jackal, his mouth watering,

“I’ll tell you what, let me take your place, I’m always hungry for meat.”

Hare and Jackal switched places.

Just as Hare had finished tying Hare to the tree Man came back.

He crested the distant rise with a crowd of people who were shouting,

“Burn, burn, burn…”

“What is that they are shouting?” asked Jackal.

“They are boasting about how much meat they’ve brought,” said Hare.

After the fire had died, the charred remains of Jackal were discovered,

but Hare was nowhere to be seen…