The Honourable (The Metaphysics of our Present Dialogue 115)
The Honourable (The Metaphysics of our Present Dialogue 115) The honourable, in his double-breasted padded shoulders, looks gorgeously framed and luxuriantly structured as one that never seen sorrow nor ever sucked a mother’s breasts. His pomp exudes the aura of a god that cares little of men but more of his contests for survival in the weird order of the cosmos. The honourable, given the time and energy invested in his appearance to build up official personality with flourished ego meant to arrest the eyes and minds of men and women, seems to have compromised the rectitude of a home-made…