Saturday, 4 October 2008

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?"


BURN AFTER READING!

11 comments:

Crushed said...

I woul have thought thjough, a pact with the devil was supposed to win powers of some kind...

Whereas I suspect power is still something Brown is set to lose within 18 months max.

But it will be great to have Mandy there at the curtain call...

Selena Dreamy said...

...his finest hour!

All Shook Up said...

"Mornin', just another day
Happy people pass my way
Lookin' in their eyes
I see a memory
I never realized
How happy you made me, oh Mandy

Well, you came and you gave without takin'
But I sent you away, oh Mandy
Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin'
And I need you today.
Oh, Mandy!"

Barrius Manilus.

Trite but fair.

Gorilla Bananas said...

Nay thou must feel them: taste the smart of all
He who loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall.


That's where the comparison goes awry. Since when has Mr Brown loved pleasure?

Richard Havers said...

The idea that everyone keeps spinning about Peter Mendacious is that he's such a brilliant man when it comes to the world of business. It's bloody daft. His performance at the EU has been mixed and I really fail to see what he's going to do for British business that is so worthy of all this praise.

As far as the evidence goes he's s shifty shit who is more interesting in promoting Peter than anything to do with the greater good. His arrogance is just beyond comprehension...though I suppose getting away with it, so conclusively, for so long would do the same to any one of us.

Selena Dreamy said...

Arrogance comes before the fall...!!!

Selena Dreamy said...

Since when has Mr Brown loved pleasure?

Like a true Englishmen (Oooops!), Mr Brown takes his pleasures very sadly!

Selena Dreamy said...

Trite but fair...

Thank you, Gentlemen, for all your observations manifesting a “fair” degree of consistency with the "trite" balance of the evidence - in a word: spot on!

Richard Havers said...

Trite but true. . . that's two. . .

mutleythedog said...

When did Mendelsonn grow that weird beard?

Selena Dreamy said...

Oooops, Mutley, that's supposed to be a depiction of Faustus, a white-haired, bushy-bearded Doctor who has nothing with which to treat himself, and who’ll finish out his days as a recluse in Downing street with a ring through his nose...