The Cream of the Jest: A comedy of evasionsCabell, James Branch
Science
The Cream of the Jest: A comedy of evasions
Cabell, James Branch
Allegories; Authors -- Fiction; Dreams -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction
In our social ordering Felix Kennaston stayed worthy of consideration in
Lichfield, both as a celebrity of sorts and as the owner of four
bank-accounts; and colloquially, as likewise has been recorded, he was
by ordinary dismissed from our patronizing discussion as having long
been “queer,” and in all probability “a dope-fiend.” In Lichfield, as
elsewhere, a man’s difference from his fellows cannot comfortably be
conceded except by assuming the difference to be to his discredit.
Meanwhile, the Felix Kennaston who owned two motors and had money in
four banks, went with his wife about their round of decorous social
duties; and the same Felix Kennaston, with leisured joy in the task, had
completed _The Tinctured Veil_—which, as you now know, was woven from
the dreamstuff Horvendile had fetched out of that fair country—very far
from Lichfield—which is bounded by Avalon and Phæacia and Sea-coast
Bohemia, and the contiguous forests of Arden and Broceliande, and on the
west of course by the Hesperides.
Then, just before _The Tinctured Veil_ was published, an accident
happened.
Fate, as always frugal of display, used simple tools. Kennaston, midway
in dressing, found he had no more mouthwash. He went into his wife’s
bathroom, in search of a fresh bottle. Kathleen was in Lichfield for the
afternoon, at a card party; and thus it was brought about that Kennaston
found, lying in the corner of her bathroom press, and hidden by a bottle
of Harrowby’s No. 7 Dental Delight, the missing half of the sigil of
Scoteia—the half which Ettarre had retained. There was no doubt about
it. He held it in his hand.
“Now, that,” said Felix Kennaston, aloud, “is rather curious.”
He went into the library, and lifted the little pile of unused
bookplates; and presently the two pieces of metal lay united upon his
wife’s dressing-table, between the manicure-set and the pincushion,
forming a circle not quite three inches in diameter, just such as he had
seen once upon the brow of Mother Isis, and again in the Didascalion
when Ptolemy of the Fat Paunch was master of Egypt.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account