The final education of one sublime student

It was indeed my express understanding, withstanding my unconscious
suspicions, that the inordinately powerful burns that had been unduly
sacrificed onto my mindset were, to all my thence knowledge, the work
of an all encompassing Master. The skills of which were said to be
boundless and forgiving to all those who had the pleasant pleasure of
his presence, that which was said, of course, was only said. I was
subject to my Master's strenuous teachings in the arts and crafts of
the modern world, the laws and strife's of the ancient, taking especial
note to place emphasis the rites of understanding that lie and lay
between those of the teacher and those of the learner. For my Master
was an exquisite teacher, as he told me, and for I to beholden his
stature meant my embrace of these manners was a pre-requisite, and I
was to be pre-ordained the domine pupil himself (my position was
pre-determined you understand, of course).
The Master himself was of an undetermined age, where I, since my
knowledge was as yet unattained of the boundless, thereby was unable to
ascertain the true intent of the Master's, what I am now able to refer
to as, senility. The Master persuaded us well of his effervescent
maturity, he looked well for his years, as I can now well consider the
long terms that he endured to perfect his boundless studies. He wore a
breadth of the most curiously luxurious hair around his rounded chin,
cut exquisitely in the most ideal square boxed symmetrical fashion, I
was later to discover this to be a tradition in his trade. The great
master himself always took care to make his outer appearance properly
groomed, his dark rain of curls sparked of silver as his grey hair
betrayed his years, and experiences, for the master was often, as he
repeated to me, aware that the mind was a rough instrument to the body,
to which evidence was revealed in the whitening of one's head. Such
quips of golden knowledge he presented to me with the manner of an
angel plucking the silken strings of his dirty great lyre. I was
grateful without doubt, you understand, for it was with such
enlightened erudition that I was able to enter mine own world, with the
grace of, what I believed to be the true and unadulterated form of the
definition, a tellingly unique bird of some paradisiacal nature.
With a great standing manner, Master stood aloof at all times from the
unsavoury welcoming of belligerent crowds, who as Master would retort,
did not know any better, for such was the magnificence of his grace.
Occasional acquaintances were drawn with his disarmingly trite banter,
a skill he preserved for guests whom he wished to familiarise himself
with, many a time upon which he took the preceding moments delectably
dissecting the methods he would implement in extracting his
information, the untarnished and un-burnished truth, for this was his
true goal.
A quaint habit of the Master, of which he frequently persisted in the
usage of enthralling the consideration of members of the female
community in the unfortunate disposition of the possession of
uncommonly weak minds, entailed presenting an invitation whereupon he
would prescribe a remedy for their condition after an examination of
the third toe of their left leg. The third toe, as I was convinced, was
an important reflection of state of the incumbent's liver as affected
by the position of the great constellations. Great care was taken to
measure accurately the length of the toe and the hue and condition of
the nail, while a note of the distinct aroma was recorded. The remedy
was always administered personally by the Master himself, for
enlightenment could only dispensed by his touch. The Master was truly
the most magnanimous entity that I have had the opportunity to be
enslaved under.
A most un-gregarious attire he bore for the workings of daily life, but
they were suited quite indelibly for his singular aim of functionality
as he would punctually pre-empt the wondering eyes of those whom, he
believed, sought to attach wounds upon his manner of dress. Occasions
of great pomp and ceremony were, on the other hand, an entirely
different matter and required, as I was so instructed and so believed,
the advocate to manifest their charms, in a concerted effort to
upstage, no give, a welcoming addition to the throng that was amassed
to your undue attention. While daily he would walk, in his
characteristic rhythm for he had as I was to discover one leg an inch
and a half shorter than his opposing appendage, his rounds in the dusty
rags that, as he said, bore great distinction among society's elite as
the musky redolence of its past experiences and glories, during, his
most important meetings he would seek out only the best cloths and
scent them with a member of the most foul smelling substances, of which
I have yet to encounter worse- for such were the infinite charms of the
Master, as I was later to discover, and such was no surer way of
commanding the wake of the throng.
I was, during my enduring apprenticeship, privy to his unfaltering
wisdom that was the range, breadth and pinnacle of human capacity. I
recall he dealt one brilliant precipice of knowledge in the form of one
of the many chores he provided me in the good nature of my strict
education. I was left in the great stables of one of the many cities
that we journeyed by, and my instructions were to collect and store the
amazingly aromatic manure of the wondrous and magical mammalian beast
named lion. So it was, as I crouched with infinite patience behind this
generous and charitable animal, for the great lord of the jungle was
truly unremitting in his gifts, that I fathomed the benevolent and
bounteous education that I was undoubtedly required to grasp. The
experience however, dealt a lasting psychological impact upon my now
feeble yet robust personage.
I was, as I was proud and am now bemoaned to exclaim, amazingly adept
at my studies. I was the perfectionist commander of the Master's
instruction, as I lived to attain, no, attained to live, the goals he
set in the horizon of my education. My tribulations were required, as I
was told, in order that I was to achieve and to live. My will to
survive was second to my grasp of the fundamentals of some peculiar
science, of which I was obliged to have no interest in. I was to
achieve such degrees of fascinating intelligence, for such were the
degree of sacrifices, the arduous journeys and the many failings he had
taken to trial in my place, and which were clearly referenced to on
many countless occasions but strangely remained unspecified.
To conclude, before me lies the sodomised body of the great Master
himself. His death weighs heavily upon my heart. He was the victim of
his own injustice. He taught me well. He showed me the way of the world
was and how it remains. I had been contesting over which method would
be the best. The hammer was assuredly gruesome, but I had doubted it
could inflict enough pain. I was wavering over the use of a shovel. It
seemed to have an artistic and inventive aspect to it. In the end, I
settled for a more classical method - old fashioned strangulation,
simply for greater personal gratification. The circumference of my
encircled hands were unusually well suited to the task.
The Master would not have been pleased.