Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The Mag 181

Painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

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Quasimodo’s Strange Feelings
Quasimodo was fairly certain that the absinthe he had consumed over the course of the evening was not the sole contributor to his current state of mind.  Granted, it had been a considerable amount, but he could still clearly see that Esmeralda was having an intoxicating effect upon everyone watching her tripping the light fantastic in the middle of the dance floor.

On the other hand, he knew that absinthe is known to have helped drive many a mind mad, and he was beginning to wonder if this was what was happening to him.  For he had a strange feeling that he and Esmeralda would someday become close friends—even being quite dear to each other.

Oh no, not as lovers.  For he had not drank that much, but the thought of such a lovely lady holding him close to her heart in her mind made his own heart skip a beat or two, nonetheless.

“How can this be?”  Oh my, he had almost asked that question out loud, which would have been disastrous.  For it appeared that no one at the party knew he was there watching from the shadows, and he certainly did not want to be tossed out in the street like the last time he was caught where he was unwelcome.

Yes, Quasimodo knew that his disfigurement made him an unwelcome sight around most places.  For it was said that God would not do something like that to a good person.  He hoped that those who would say such a thing were wrong, and he had another strange feeling that they were.

Quasimodo could not help but let out a soft chuckle as a thought about these strange feelings surely leading to either his destruction or salvation negotiated its way through the absinthe vapors behind his eyes.  Then he noticed an old man sitting on a stool and scowling in his direction, and he took it as his cue to slip away while he could.  Esmeralda was still dancing the night away, and his heart was still skipping beats.

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24 comments:

  1. I've tripped many a light fantastic in my time - and met a lot of Quasimodos...

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  2. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Jinksy!!! All in innocent fun--right? (LOL?)

    Wow, you are really quick this morning. I'll be over to savor your offering, posthaste!

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  3. by the sounds of it you are talking about a man that feels as though he lives within a women's body.

    happy days!

    :0)

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  4. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Anonymous. What?

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  5. Thanks for stopping by, my dear TWG!!! Be assured that I greatly appreciate the encouragement.

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  6. Thanks, Jerry. I enjoyed reading this. I wasn't expecting Quasimodo and Esmeralda to be at the Moulin Rouge, but I'm glad they were!

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  7. I'm sure Victor Hugo would have approved of your take on the prompt.

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  8. Hearts skipping beats for all the right reasons ~~~ delightful!!!

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  9. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Sharon!!! Alas, my wife insists that I seldom make much sense at all.

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  10. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Doctor FTSE!!! That was so very kind of you to say.

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  11. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Helen!!! I am quite sure that cardiologists would not agree. (LOL?)

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  12. Why not Quasimodo..the heart has its reasons! As they say, Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder...

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  13. Quasimodo, a live soul in a damaged body and the lovely Esmeralda who encompassed it all.

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  14. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lyn!!! Back during my wild days, I missed out on trying absinthe, but I have sure heard some tales.

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  15. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Julie!!! After reading your wonderful comment, it came to mind that I could have went with, Prelude to a Dream, as the title to this piece.

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  16. I remember clearly being taken to see the Charles Laughton/Maureen O'Hara version of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame".

    That version had been made long before I was born...and when it came to the screen again (movies were re-run frequently back when I was a kid...those classed as classics, and even some that were not, were re-run often with years in between showings) - my mother took me to see it on a Tuesday night, saying it was a movie and a story I should become familiar with.

    And I still think the Laughton/O'Hara version is the best.

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  17. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! I wonder if that was the version I saw on television long ago? I also read the book while in high school. So, I is too edgumacated (despite what SOME people say)!

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  18. That was so sweet! You can't help but love old Quasi......♥

    ps......I had the old dear downing the Absinthe....lol.....☺

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  19. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Helena!!! Well, you know what they say about great minds...

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  20. Such hopeful musings. Very nice!

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  21. Thanks for stopping by, my dear ~T~!!! Be assured that I greatly appreciate the encouragement.

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  22. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Kathe!!! I am really glad you liked this.

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