THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DR FAUSTUS...

"His lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
Come, Mandy, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Mandelson."

FAUSTUS LEARNS NECROMANCY
It may well be that you and I never genuinely believed him capable of sorcery and necromancy, but Brown certainly once held the conviction, widely prevalent among this nation, that if Peter Mandelson was the Prince of Darkness, Cherie was an outright witch. To say nothing of Tony Blair - famous for his capacity to intercede on behalf of individuals who prayed in his name. Except, perhaps, that to join this exclusive association you must swear its one and foremost oath: I sponsor you, you sponsor me, we promote one another. And the faint, fugitive flavour of sulphur and brimstone is the subtle component that binds this covenant. The incongruity is spectacular. Nor is it for the first time, that the Tempter’s mesmeric powers presaged disaster:

“I love you, but I can destroy you!”

THE PACT WITH LUCIFER
There is something macabre about that Mandelson personality with a soul which looks as if it must be septically sterilised. But whereas Mandelson already made a name for himself as an interpreter of the I Ching or Book of Changes, and as a diligent, sinister accumulator of power, Gordon Brown has legally placed
himself into the hands of The Demon, at once salvaging his political existence
from total obliteration, and at the same time identifying his own failures and
requirements with the cause of political damnation.

DAMNATION OR SALVATION
Mephistopheles clearly, is a man for tight corners. Almost compulsively his
mouth opens like a predatory barracuda‘s, his lips hardened with aridity, his
body poised rapaciously. Here’s the pilot-fish to Gordon’s shark! And certainly,
there was a call for desperate measures. Alas, poor Gordon. This is his last
great offensive. In his frantic groping for political deliverance he has raised
personal surrender to a measure of attainment and surrounded himself with a
Cabinet as if it were the centre of a dark conspiracy. For circumstances, rather
than conciliation, would have propelled the Prime Minister into breaking a taboo
for which the Man Brown is bound to pay a terrible price - even as he enters the
heavenly realm...

"Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?"


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