A Paragon Of Sweet Virtue

 

The whimsical trip down Memory Lane is upsetting

the CharBoss, the character of Anastasia growing in

Ms Pince-Nez’s mind, and the delight of playing the

role in order to describe her feelings accurately; is a

deeply disturbing phenomenon in the eyes of the super

sensitive CharBoss who seems to twitch all the time

 

What with picking up a myriad aspects enlarging the

outline of the previously dutiful donkeyskin. Ana’s

feverish activity running up and down was selfish

in the extreme and suddenly there was a flash, an

enormous explosion and the CharMaster clapped

his hands so unexpectedly, Ana felt the force of the

 

Mental change deep in her mind where the pressure

became a ringing in Ana’s ears – and she knew, this

has happened before, in the past she has committed

the transgression of allowing mental energy to become

adrenaline then bursting into a golden flame creating a

flashing halo high in the air – a lovely sight, but too much

 

For the delicate constitution of the CharLord who set out

to discipline her unruly, manic spirit in serious terms: You

have to stop playing at being an autistic idiot like Liewe

Heksie because, here the Charmaster paused for reflection

and breath – you are driving me insane with a terrible noise

such as has never been heard in all of God’s creation since

 

The beginning of time, desist from restless noise and activity

and become a normal human being or the CharPalace shall

see me no more, I shall retire to the woods as a pious Hermit

and take time to allow peace to restore my fragile spirit, and

Ana felt really contrite and with a bright smile, announced that

the Reformation was nothing compared to how much she was

 

Going to improve to more than meet the CharLord halfway, but

such magnanimous reaction was over the top and smacked of

Alice’s adventures in Wonderland so the CharKnight added a

final warning – You are not yourself, dear Ana, either you get

back to who you were, or this is the end of the world as you

know it; Ana solemnly shook her head, if only she knew WHO

 

She was while knowing WHERE she was, but her self-image

was the most delightful toy that has ever been, how to give

up the ambrosia of the gods - I must study a paragon I admire,

Jane Eyre is just right, Ana thought, when playing at being her

I always end up a reformed person and as of tomorrow my quest

for sinking into the carefully stitched clothes of the wise and patient

 

Jane Eyre shall begin, I shall become a paragon of sweet virtue 

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