THAT FINAL FEELING

His decline was noticeable in the restlessness of his glance and in the uncertainty of his movements. The restlessness had got hold of him since the first day of the national uprising against him. You could see that for a very long time he had been accustomed not to be afraid of anything or anybody, that he took pleasure in the fear he inspired in others, and that he had only recently, through great stress,  reached this state of fear, so unnatural to him.

When he died, the dead body, which had walked the earth eating and drinking, giving orders and receiving obedience, was buried at dawn. Just as for 30 years his body that had walked the earth had afflicted many, so his burial was an additional burden for some. The swollen body, which had immediately begun to decompose, had to be clothed in a resplendent uniform and expensive leather boots. He was placed in a splendid black mahogany coffin with black mahogany cannons at each of its four corners. Then they put the coffin in another lead coffin and took it to a cemetery in a port city.

The coffin with its decomposing body in its new uniform and expensive boots was lowered into the grave. Then the coffin was covered up with earth. He would never again be afflicted with his final feeling – an insatiable desire to get away from his own inhumanity.

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About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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