Overriding natural instincts people keep digging, not for an unfettered inquiry into the Assyrian past but for blind veneration of profit. Ward soon has total conviction that a repulsive individual from the deep past is buried in the temple but can he get any of his slightly repellent co-workers to believe him? Does Ward have full subjectivity? What is the consensus reality?
People go on rapturous, contradictory and inaccurate tirades. Ward’s intellectual disturbance grows. Volatile issues are addressed as understanding, knowledge and disgusting inner corruption grow. There is little room for sentiment as things get increasingly fanatic. This is a louche okay tale of how with almost causal ease, evil and grotesquerie can creep up on you.
“They hated weakness.”
“This was an ancient civilization in crisis, operating under a fearful irrationality.”
“Behaved strangely in teashops.”
Turn Out The Light
Bring The Moon To Me
Violet Is The Colour Of Your Energy
De Deabus Minoribus Exteriors Theomagicae