An old man, with an ungodly temperament. I know he despises me-and so I treat him with the same pointed politeness he does. We are matched in disposition, equals in our thin curtains of nicety. Concealed is a furnace of boiling anger, churning and churning. Not even do I remember the issues over which we grew so opposed-nor does he, to my knowledge.
We alone see so clearly as to burn-to pierce-through each other's facade of cordiality, seeing through one another's cool-headed nonsense. Solely I peered through the veil of contentment that pervaded that gentle tyrant's countenance-as he does mine.
We had started out as acquaintances, introduced to one another as men of the same trade. I took an almost inspired spite to him, and he did me the same honor. For we are civilized men, you must know. Very well-off, us well-traveled gentleman of exceeding politeness. We parted after a lengthy discussion, the contents of which I have no recollection.
From there, we have had a long and bitter war of silence. No words spoken except in passing, giving only politeness to each other-to all appearances, we were gentlemen of the highest courtesy to each other. But our eyes waged battles, the likes of which the public eye will never see. Blazing in our sockets, stars in our skull. They spoke for what words could not.
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RandomThis is basically my random book of writing. I do not post with any regularity, so don't be surprised if I don't update for weeks on end. Much of this is inspired by myself (I'm so conceited, I know). Thanks for reading. Oh, and one more thing! Comm...
