Fatefully, ironically, and prophetically, many of his tasks, increasingly what became his second career, involved his assignment in the kitchen
. The humiliation and sheer embarrassment—and of course the intense resentment and anger—that had once fixed his awareness as he had been paraded on his leash and collar, hands manacled behind his already sweating back, from the kitchen through the laughing, poking, cocktail-spilling crowd of guests to the barbecue pit and the spit, had yielded completely to the torturing reality of fiery burning heat as Jeff’s roasting progressed. He scarcely had power of attention now to catch the jeers and the gleeful chatter of his master’s neighbors and friends or really to hear and take in the sadistic irony of his chef-hatted owner’s pretended sympathy in his ongoing half-whispered, chuckle-interrupted talking to or at Jeff as the cook occasionally prodded or shook on salt
. . I would be back in Dublin later that week
Fatefully, ironically, and prophetically, many of his tasks, increasingly what became his second career, involved his assignment in the kitchen
. The humiliation and sheer embarrassment—and of course the intense resentment and anger—that had once fixed his awareness as he had been paraded on his leash and collar, hands manacled behind his already sweating back, from the kitchen through the laughing, poking, cocktail-spilling crowd of guests to the barbecue pit and the spit, had yielded completely to the torturing reality of fiery burning heat as Jeff’s roasting progressed. He scarcely had power of attention now to catch the jeers and the gleeful chatter of his master’s neighbors and friends or really to hear and take in the sadistic irony of his chef-hatted owner’s pretended sympathy in his ongoing half-whispered, chuckle-interrupted talking to or at Jeff as the cook occasionally prodded or shook on salt
. . I would be back in Dublin later that week
Fatefully, ironically, and prophetically, many of his tasks, increasingly what became his second career, involved his assignment in the kitchen
. The humiliation and sheer embarrassment—and of course the intense resentment and anger—that had once fixed his awareness as he had been paraded on his leash and collar, hands manacled behind his already sweating back, from the kitchen through the laughing, poking, cocktail-spilling crowd of guests to the barbecue pit and the spit, had yielded completely to the torturing reality of fiery burning heat as Jeff’s roasting progressed. He scarcely had power of attention now to catch the jeers and the gleeful chatter of his master’s neighbors and friends or really to hear and take in the sadistic irony of his chef-hatted owner’s pretended sympathy in his ongoing half-whispered, chuckle-interrupted talking to or at Jeff as the cook occasionally prodded or shook on salt
. . I would be back in Dublin later that week
Dan Darlington [Solo]