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Things to keep in mind (The secret of liberty)

Here; put on the red cap of Liberty; thrust it on your head. If you would be saved, you must come to Paris with me. There is a plot—a plot; but I will not forsake you. Madame Rouge et Noir and—others—others are in it, and you cannot escape. Come; come at once. I have discovered the secret entrance to the closet, and can take you down, and we’ll go to Paris with the mob. You shall lean on me, and I will carry you if you are tired. It is Lord d’Eyncourt himself who commands. You come with me to Paris. Ah, Mademoiselle—Madame, I mean—do not hesitate; for it is to prison our King goes, and our Queen; and you would be free, and you would help. Don’t hesitate, but come!

—L.T. Meade

Redcap. One of the most malignant of old Border GOBLINS, Redcap lived in old ruined peel towers and castles where wicked deeds had been done, and delighted to re-dye his red cap in human blood. William Henderson gives a full account of him in Folk-Lore of the Northern Counties (pp. 253–5). He describes him as “a short thickset old man, with long prominent teeth, skinny fingers armed with talons like eagles, large eyes of a fiery-red color, grisly hair streaming down his shoulders, iron boots, a pikestaff in his left hand, and a red cap on his head.” Human strength can avail little against him, but he can be routed by scripture or the sight of a CROSS. If this is held up to him, he gives a dismal yell and vanishes, leaving one of his long teeth behind him. The wicked Lord Soulis of Hermitage Castle had Redcap as his familiar, who made him weapon-proof so that he was only finally destroyed by boiling him in oil in a brazen pot on Nine-stane Rig.

In Perthshire, however, there is a milder Redcap, a little man who lives in a room high up in Grantully Castle and whom it is fortunate to see or hear. The Dutch redcaps, or Kaboutermannekin, are of the true BROWNIE nature and typical brownie tales are told about them.

[Motif: F363.2]

—Katharine Briggs

Things to keep in mind (The secret of love)

Oh, I know the kind of love it meant. Fictions of the fourteenth-century jongleur. Friendship run riot. Pointless nestlings; sharings of tacky dreams and tawdry aspirations; promises of emotional dependency that pass for constancy; fumbling manipulations in the backs of cars; the sweat of the connubial bed. That kind of love may be thought free, and considered dear at the price. But in fact it is not free at all. One pays endlessly for the shabby amateurism of romantic love.

—Maximilian Strange

No. 28: Hands of an Angry (Closing)

the Jingle of the Bell

No. 28: Hands of an Angry (Act IV)

Dust & Darkness – at This hour – a Handful of City – 20 Fucking minutes –

No. 28: Hands of an Angry (Act III)

20 or 30 floors Below – “Is that a good thing?” – something Nice –

No. 28: Hands of an Angry (Act II)

Six of them – Milo, Dub, Jonesy & Goose – a Capital suggestion – no Shout, no Cry, not a Word – Who He is –

No. 28: Hands of an Angry (Act I)

Harsh Light on Steel – it Should be Looked at – Perquisites – “Just hope it’s enough” – what One does –

No. 28: Hands of an Angry (Opening)

those Wicked Talons – an Average Foot –

No. 28: “ – Hands of an Angry – ”

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So this morning I went and wrote down the 17,817th word of no. 28…