"All is this bloody fragmentation of thought! Untamed words and brief flashes of brilliance that have no proper place!" He said, tossing his pen from him, vexed.
"Calm yourself, young sir," chided his tutor, amusement looming in her speech. "You will come to know the way of it it time. Words are a skittish thing."
"I'll attest to that! They outwit and evade from the moment I give chase. And I have had my fill of sport." Lord Thomas rejoined, pouting.
"Consider sir, they take rest to procure. It is truly stated that the mouth speaks from the abundance of the heart. If one wishes to use them as bitter weapons, one must only abide in the cruelty of one's own heart. Likewise, to father good words, one must find rest, either apart from turbidity of soul, or within a cultivated peace there indwelling."
"I'll not have it, good madame Katherine! My cynicism is a dear happiness to me! I'll thank you not to disturb it."
She knew full well that his concession to cynicism was as good as defeat, but not without his typical defiance. His forebears had also prov'd unremitting.
"I'll thank my level head that I am not of your humor in such matters."
"And I'll thank my good humor that I've not your level head which leads to a certain promise of tedium with which I've grown so well acquainted."
"Is that so? Well, lest my eyes have applied deceit to their observation, you and the tedium of discipline had never been better strangers."
Thomas, recognizing a rare opening for distraction and true to his nature, cavalierly flung feet upon his writing desk, and hastily pursued the line of thought.
"But none can deny that I have taken to life with an open hand and comely visage. Happy are they that see more to the act than the consideration of life. Surely in your undeceived moments, you have also observed my conveyance in this manner? Are you so obstinate a heretic in the despite of pleasure?"
"I'll have done with you, sir, before I submit myself to such a slight upon my character. Your remnants of wit are more apt to miss than break upon me. Were I to eat the full-blossom'd fruits of all your considered acts of life, I would not have escaped a predestinate wasting death."
"You do me an unkind turn, lady."
"Indeed I have, for I deal with you more fairly when returning your attentions to the work at hand. Your mother ought to consider your birth, and what came to pass in the throes of birthpain, that her child was not switched for a changeling for all the trouble you cause."
Soundly routed, Thomas fetched his pen, pulled a face, and considered his task.
Comments (1)
That was a wonderful little bit of writing! I love the complexities and underlying wit that comes with this type of prose. Ah, the power of words (which, incidentally, is also the marketing campaign for a another powerful substance... cheese. But I digress...)
It is a shame that, as a whole, our society has no need for this type of language. Our attention spans and our vocabularies would benefit greatly from it.