“I am a story-teller, even a story-teller of renown. May I add now that I am not much to look at? No, I am serious. My face is hideous. A look at me reminds one of a little finger – brown - enlarged to the proportions of a human body, wrapped two thirds down with a cloth about the loins, the entire frame resting on two wobbly knees. I was born bald and not a single strand of hair has ever sprouted on this miserable head. Think of me as a faceless man; in fact, I would rather you think of me as just a voice.” VoiceStorytellerHideousFacelessBald Book:The Thugs & a Courtesan Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan
“shut thy eyes towards my hideousness, My Sweet One, and feel instead my throbbing chest. Open thy ears to my wheedling words. I shall recount my pleasing tales to thee ever and anon, or every night, if thou so wish and we shall spend a splendid lifetime together, this is my promise to thee.” PromiseStorytellerTrue LoverHideousnessThrobbing ChestWheedling Book:The Thugs & a Courtesan Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan
“Slid into the folds of all my tales, in furtive whispers, would also be my highest, most esteemed thoughts. History will be kinder to me then, kinder than you have ever been to me.” StorytellerHistory Will Remember UsHighest ThoughtsHistory Will Be KindModt EsteemedStoryteller S Lament Book:The Thugs & a Courtesan Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan