Walking With Charlie EXERPT
Monday morning meant the gray boredom of Parousia Academy. The beginning of another week of school. There was however a compensation. A walk from the east end of 86th Street to the West Side via Central Park and the reservoir.
Parousia seemed to Adam a massive obstacle to life. He had no sense of movement when he was within its thick stone walls. Or progress. Or engagement. Nothing he was taught held much interest. Reading the speeches of Falstaff in the book room at Melchezedek’s Madison Avenue establishment taught him true wisdom.
Parousia was the very battlefield he wished to avoid. It was rife with tweaks from the Tweaker and bullying from the likes of Robert Adamov and Peter Slake. It was also life-draining because of the relentless boredom of the classes themselves. The bellicose lyrics of the noxious school song were anti-Falstaff in the extreme. Fight. Glory. Fame. For what? In a pig’s eye.
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Stephen C. Rose has written a number of books (Fiction/Non-fiction). You can tweet him here.
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