Idyll One: Northwest Wales
THE SIX-WINGED SERAPH: A NOVELLA
INTRODUCTION
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IDYLL ONE: NORTHWEST WALES
EPIGRAPH
“With dark delight he felt the suffering burn in his heart, wild and unbearable, but pure and great, a feeling such as he had never known before, and in the presence of the divine flame he saw his small, dismal, disingenuous and misshapen life dwindle into insignificance, unworthy of so much as a thought or even of blame.”
–Hermann Hesse, Rosshalde (1914)
PROLOGUE
The asylum was meant to be a monastery, and as monastery it was meant to shelter those subjects of capitalism who had left off where all of that always begins — meaning the very place where the subject is mortally imperiled and the strictures of the day turn noon into midnight (and midnight into noon).
The brothers or inmates would often walk along Hell’s Mouth during inclement weather, studying the gaping wounds in the bluff that no longer protected the inland pastures where sheep wandered in late June shorn of their wool, a strange ribbed pattern emerging on their backs as if the waves of the seashore extended all of the way to their gorse-cluttered gardens.
