Fruits
& Nuts
But
sometimes, rarely, when he feels more like the Bicker than the Vicar,
will he withdraw into a brown study of himself in the brown study.
There, as have lonely eccentrics over the ages, he summons from the
black-brown depths spirits of The
Forbidden. Then it is
that he sinks deeply into the sinkhole of the old brown leathern
clubchair, browns frownly, and seeks existential relief through secret
narcosis. He, deliberately and with a brown-shirt's discipline, will
chew a cud of the tannic brown and fibrous vickalicka
nut in one cheek, while sucking the
bitter pulp of a ripe-brown fruit-de-mal
in the other. The plenipotency of these two exotics acting together
soon
transforms this sweet and harmless befuddler, Vicar Vicarious, into a
fantasist acolyte of the god called Sar-Chasm; or perhaps it would be better to
say that at such times he is possessed and ridden by this Brownie
from the realm of Brown
Bile, which devil will not leave him until
the Vicar, against his better nature, makes
fun of something! And this and this alone shall be his
catharsis. What follow are instances of his Midnight
Fantasies:
slurpin' safari
candles freight trains in heaven
back to vicarage