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Caliban’s Corner no. 2Posted November 5th
I finally relented and read The Da Vinci Code. Less of a novel than a Swiss watch, so meticulously is it engineered to generate page-turns. Well shit; it works. Much to Dan Brown’s credit, I smoked its 454 pages in a single (more or less) marathon 24-hour session. Thus with thoughts of secret societies, sacred rites, and all manner of cryptic historical ephemera still pinwheeling through my brain, let’s say this entry is less about Caliban himself than his ever-widening cabal. The birds are sénéchaux to his Grand Master.
Introducing Caliban’s new avian accomplices, on loan from the Lightbearer Zoological Society. That’s right— I’m harboring Texans. Goldie’s in yellow, demure and accommodating. The lad in green is Zelda, named after the famous princess when his gender was still open to interpretation. He is quite talkative and prone to dramatic excess. As I have often insisted, Caliban lusts only for human blood; he and the birds get along fine. Which is more than I can say for that rogue kitty that stalks my front porch.