The nation’s morals are like its teeth, the more decayed they are the more it hurts to touch them

[patriotqueen]

Guy felt good. After waking up, after the first couple of cigarettes and the first three drinks of the day, he was awake and quite all right. And busy. Between the radio shows and interviews, discussions, rhetoric’s class and the ever-continuing work at the winery, boozery and the endearingly pet-named faggery, Guy was rarely without something to

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[a_sport]

"I'm not saying you shouldn't be able to draw it or print it or any other manner of things," Calvin said as he picked his books up and stood up as the class started filing. It had been a long class in a long day. "But I don't think it's very nice or very kind to the folks that are on Council."

[patriotqueen]

Guy smiled agreeably to that. "True," he answered as he looked at it once more before folding it. "It's absolutely horrible to the people on it."

He was quite glad the point was made after class, for true though it was, it hadn't been the point of the excersise. And what better way to excersise the mind, then to taunt it a bit.

[a_sport]

He shook his head in bemusement at the drawing and then held the door open for Guy with his books and notebooks still slung under his arm. "So maybe you can do it, but I don't knwo that I'd want to see it in the paper or the like. Mean-spirited."

[patriotqueen]

Guy nodded a quiet thank you as the door was opened for him and he passed through. “Or satire. Mere parody. The figures themselves are exaggerated, the truth is also.” Not that he was denying it was just a mean picture to shock.

[homerinexile]

He'd watched the last of the class, his own having let out early that day. "You'd always a talent for inciting others. Do you think it might actually have spread to here?"

[patriotqueen]

‘Inciting’ was one way of putting it, ‘an incessant need to shock’ was another. Both applied and Guy smiled brilliantly. “Perhaps it did. I’m rather disappointed no one applauded me for the likeliness of the characters.”

[homerinexile]

"Likely they were shocked at its very existence and afraid to become the subject of similar someday," Donald smiled wryly as he spoke, arms crossed over his chest.

[patriotqueen]

"They'd first have to do something interesting," Guy replied, blunt words from his lips, smile on his face.

[i_am_elizabeth]

The events at the Boarding House have not done anything for the adventurous spirit I once believed I harbored, but likewise that night's fearful waking has only thrown into sharp relief the lack of protections, here, and so what use is keeping retired in my sparse and unfamiliar room? So few have recognized me, I need hardly feel concerned- though I cannot venture out unclothed as so many, including my gracious Lord and his wife and sister, seem to. I go in as few layers as I may, though that is still many, and of course, always, ever in the wig. Of all the innumerable things this place lacks, I must say it is proper accoutrement I miss most sorely. One dress, one wig, one pair of shoes that are utterly unsuitable for anything other than the 'board walk'- it would be the greatest slight to my vanity, if I hadn't given it up for a young Queen's game. Or I could say a Queen's, alone, since here I am not one, and I suppose I've no one to impress. Even the little Dauphine was polite, and if that's the state of the French on this island

[patriotqueen]

She wore a wig, and quite a few layers of clothing - seemingly coming from an era long passed, though the which and the where were dubious - and her expression was that of deep repugnance. It quite amused Guy.

“If you were here for class, you’re a late,” he replied, with a smile.

[i_am_elizabeth]

I laugh once, a sharpish sound that takes me by surprise as I have not heard it from my own throat or in my own ears for a month and more, now. For what feels like decades and more, now.

"It has been some years since I was taught on someone else's schedule, but with absolute clarity I may say my tutors certainly never dared to bring anything so vivid for my consumption. Say you are the instructor, then, and not the artist? Though it has always seemed true that a master of such things will receive twice the punishment as the creator, I cannot see how copping to being either would spare you a most rigorous prosecution." For he clearly has no fear of being caught with such a thing where anyone might see it (let alone of possessing it all). I am interested.

[patriotqueen]

She spoke as though she was from an era long passed, and there was a certain regalness about her words and her general makeup. He wondered... but for now he would answer.

"It is that what we were discussing," he replied, agreeably and not in the least apologetic about the drawing. "Is this art, or satire, or both, and would I then be the artist, or can this - a mere drawing - be cause for prosecution. It is a class not of taste, but of Ethics. And this drawing was the study material."

[poetic_apostle]

Julian didn't have classes on Tuesdays, so he used his normal classtime to grade papers; when he didn't have anything to do or when he finished early he would occasionally wander in to listen to Guy's class.

Today was clearly one not to have missed. "You realise Lytton would have sang your praises for such...art?" he commented wryly as the classroom emptied, leaning against the back wall with a fond smile.

[patriotqueen]

“I do, actually,” Guy replied, with the sort of knowing smile that insinuated such a thing had already happened, or something similar, or at least something that only he knew of and that he intended to keep to himself. Whether it was true was, as always, a similar mystery.

[poetic_apostle]

And Julian was used to the mysteries of Guy. He didn't even bother trying to figure it out for sure. "Of course you do." He straightened from the wall, taking a few steps forward to consider the picture. "You must have enjoyed drawing that one."

[patriotqueen]

"Hard work, hours of hard work and careful examination it took." But there were no students left in the room, so Guy had no reason to hide he had enjoyed it very much indeed. He smiled mischivously. "Yes, I did," he said, looking at it and deciding to keep it. Who knew, maybe someday Lytton would appear on the island.