I imagine there’ll be plenty of: “His name is Paul Worth, he works in Woolworths…” and I’ll bet all the money in my pockets (€1.70) that it tells the story of “just another day in Coventry market”, and won’t feature an unsolved sexual assault behind Rupert’s fish stall resulting in a teen suicide.
Josef Fritzl has reportedly criticised coverage of his case as “one-sided”.
He’s clearly not been reading What Incest and Rape Weekly (incorporating Austrian Rapist).
What I find odd about this case is that, with Fritzl behind bars and his dungeon family released, there is a sense of closure – of a boil that’s been popped. A bit of “How did we let this happen?” (as if there’s a singular “this”) mixed with plenty of “Thank heavens, they’re out”. But OBVIOUSLY we’ve just been granted a glimpse of the insane limbo worlds of domestic rubber-room torture hell that exist everywhere. “What was that noise…? Probably nothing. Next door’s cat?”
We were discussing, today, the possibility of a torture dungeon amnesty. Perhaps international, but certainly in Austria and Belgium. We just want the people out of the ground – you can walk away, no charge. As long as you can prove that the incarceration started *after* the amnesty was announced. (The danger with a torture dungeon amnesty is that it could trigger short term torture dungeon sprees – a danger which has been well documented). I have to shut up now. I have packing to do. This isn’t helping.
Well, a bit it is.
What a boring tie. If my head was on upside down I think I’d wear a fancier tie, to distract. Or a buttonhole. A jaunty handkerchief, even.
Something like this:
“At dusk he came forth regally, and stood in the street before the Gates of Wonder. And from his left arm, where his hand once was, grew a fine tree. And to the tree flocked birds of every colour, courting upon his branches and singing from his leaves.”
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