voices wrong, idea the main thing.
Blister: my crowning name was ‘too many’.
David: Oh, you’re a king now as well as a God?
Blister: Oh emphatically not, and that was the problem. Only kings may become gods. Or semigods. Ancestor Gods. But you mean coronation, anyway. Crowning is when the child’s head is seen out of the woman. You have one name then, so that evil cannot entire the body, then one if you live to … I think about five, and one at manhood, one at marriage, and one at death.
David: Excessive.
Blister: Wait until I get onto the titles.
David: Why bother? The culture’s dead.
Blister: I was ‘too many’, then I was ‘gift of the slovenly’ - my parents were not well-regarded, it seems, by the holy doctors. Then I became The Vessel of Wisdom, which I liked a lot better.
David: I bet.
Blister: Oh yeah, King of the Jews?
David: Then what?
Blister: King’s Adviser, Consort of the State, Mouthpiece of the Divine.
David: They went on a bit.
Blister: Barely even started. Afterward, Mister Twilight, Mister Not One Nor Other, Him In the Shade, Talked His Jaw Off.
David: HAH.
Blister: Literally, more or less. Mister Watch Your Back, The Tricky One. Oathbreaker, towards the end. Him Of The Broken Oath, if you want to get technical. Then Firstborn. Then nigger, nigger, nigger, all the way across the sea. It means cargo. When you become a commodity.
David: Oh like you didn’t have slaves. You told me about the slaves.
Blister: Different business. Different status.
David: I wonder if they felt like that.
Blister: Roberts, then Blister, then Roberts Blister, then Bob.
David: Pain In The Arse wasn’t one of your titles then?
Blister: Well ‘Blister’ comes close.
David: Oh, you’re a king now as well as a God?
Blister: Oh emphatically not, and that was the problem. Only kings may become gods. Or semigods. Ancestor Gods. But you mean coronation, anyway. Crowning is when the child’s head is seen out of the woman. You have one name then, so that evil cannot entire the body, then one if you live to … I think about five, and one at manhood, one at marriage, and one at death.
David: Excessive.
Blister: Wait until I get onto the titles.
David: Why bother? The culture’s dead.
Blister: I was ‘too many’, then I was ‘gift of the slovenly’ - my parents were not well-regarded, it seems, by the holy doctors. Then I became The Vessel of Wisdom, which I liked a lot better.
David: I bet.
Blister: Oh yeah, King of the Jews?
David: Then what?
Blister: King’s Adviser, Consort of the State, Mouthpiece of the Divine.
David: They went on a bit.
Blister: Barely even started. Afterward, Mister Twilight, Mister Not One Nor Other, Him In the Shade, Talked His Jaw Off.
David: HAH.
Blister: Literally, more or less. Mister Watch Your Back, The Tricky One. Oathbreaker, towards the end. Him Of The Broken Oath, if you want to get technical. Then Firstborn. Then nigger, nigger, nigger, all the way across the sea. It means cargo. When you become a commodity.
David: Oh like you didn’t have slaves. You told me about the slaves.
Blister: Different business. Different status.
David: I wonder if they felt like that.
Blister: Roberts, then Blister, then Roberts Blister, then Bob.
David: Pain In The Arse wasn’t one of your titles then?
Blister: Well ‘Blister’ comes close.