Perhaps, in the beginning, there was a curious room, a room like this one, crammed with wonders; and now the room and all it contains are forbidden you, although it was made just for you, had been prepared for you since time began, and you will spend all your life trying to remember it.

Metamorphosis.

Ting-a-ling!

a glass eye, although without any iris or

Can the Archduke be effecting intercourse with a fruit salad?

In their higgledy-piggledy disorder, the twigs on the bare trees outside the thick window resemble those random scratchings made by common use that you only see when you lift your wineglass up to the light. A hard frost has crisped the surface of the deep snow on the Archdukes tumbled roofs and turrets. In the snow, a raven: caw!

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Outside the curious room, there is a sign on the door which says "Forbidden". Inside, inside, oh, come and see! The celebrated DR DEE.

Although a man could hang himself in the privy with ease and comfort, securing the rope about the beam above and launching himself into the void to let gravity break his neck for him, Kelly, whether at stool or making water, never allows the privy to remind him of the "long drop" nor even, however briefly, admires his own instrument for fear the phrase "well-hung" recalls the noose which he narrowly escaped in his native England for fraud, once, in Lancaster; for forgery, once, in Rutlandshire; and for performing a confidence trick in Ashby-de-la-Zouch.

fact, which the adept might construe as apt

Or with Carmen Mirandas hat?

Whatever it is, he does it with such energy that the bell hanging over the bed becomes agitated due to the jolting and rhythmic lurching of the bed, and the clapper jangles against the sides.

comparison, not resembling the numinous ball

Dr Dee, ever the seeker after knowledge, has calculated the velocity of a flying turd.

and yet, in old England, far away, the sign of the

a drop of dew,

But, today, no go.

like the tear, retaining the perfection of its

The Archduke Rudolph keeps his priceless collection of treasures in this curious room; he numbers the Doctor amongst these treasures and is therefore forced to九九藏書 number the Doctors assistant, the unspeakable and iron-visaged Kelly, too.

The Archduke keeps a lion chained up in his bedroom as a species of watch-dog or, since the lion is a member of the Felis family and not a member of the Cave canem family, a giant guard-cat. For fear of the lions yellow teeth, the Archduke had them pulled. Now that the poor beast cannot chew, he must subsist on slop. The lion lies with his head on his paws, dreaming. If you could open up his brain this moment, you would find nothing there but the image of a beefsteak.

towards the flaccid, yet nevertheless sustainable

tip of the Doctors well-nigh senescent, tending

He buttons up again.

The privy at the top of the tower is a hole in the floor behind a cupboard door. It is situated above another privy, with another hole, above another privy, another hole, and so on, down seven further privies, seven more holes, until your excreta at last hurtles into the cesspit far below. The cold keeps the smell down, thank God.

But his ears were cropped for him in the pillory at Walton-le-Dale, after he dug up a corpse from a churchyard for purposes of necromancy, or possibly of grave-robbing, and this is why, in order to conceal this amputation, he always wears the iron mask modelled after that which will be worn by a namesake three hundred years hence in a country that does not yet exist, an iron mask like an upturned bucket with a slit cut for his eyes.

The mandrakes live at ease in a special cabinet. It falls to Ned Kellys reluctant duty to bathe each of these roots once a week in milk and dress them up in fresh linen nightgowns. Kelly, reluctantly, since the roots, warts and all, resemble so many virile members, and he does not like to handle them, imagining they raucously mock his manhood as he tends them, believing they unman him.

It is very cold this afternoon, the kind of weather that makes a person piss. The moon is up already, a moon the colour of candlewax and, as the sky discolours when the night conies on, the moon grows more white, more cold, white as the source of all the cold in the world, until, when the winter moon reaches its chill meridian, everything will freeze -- not only the water in thehttps://read.99csw.com jug and the ink in the well, but the blood in the vein, the aqueous humour.

and discernible morning erection, and

palm.

Do Drop Inn will always, that jovial pun, show an

Dr Dee knows the language of birds and sometimes speaks it, but what the birds say is frequently banal; all the raven said, over and over, was: "Poor Toms a-cold!"

No.

sign-painter, in order to demonstrate the idea of

weighing down the angelic Doctors outstretched

"Why cant he make do with meat, like other people," whined the hungry lion.

Above the Doctors head, slung from the low-beamed ceiling, dangles a flying turtle, stuffed. In the dim room we can make out, amongst much else, the random juxtaposition of an umbrella, a sewing machine and a dissecting table; a raven and a writing desk; an aged mermaid, poor wizened creature, cramped in a foetal position in ajar, her ream of grey hair suspended adrift in the viscous liquid that preserves her, her features rendered greenish and somewhat distorted by the flaws in the glass.

Dr Dee would like, for a mate to this mermaid, to keep in a cage, if alive, or, if dead, in a stoppered bottle, an angel.

pear, what we think of as a "tear" shape, only

It was an age in love with wonders.

The celebrated Dr Dee, looking for all the world like Santa Claus on account of his long, white beard and apple cheeks, is contemplating his crystal, the fearful sphere that contains everything that is, or was, or ever shall be.

falling and therefore, for the purposes of this

a tear, round, as it forms within the eye, for

Meanwhile, the Archduke, in the curtained privacy of his bed, embraces something, God knows what.

a tear acquires its characteristic shape of a

what it might be, the antithesis of metamorphosis;

remaining what it is, because it refuses to become

Kelly yawns. He stretches. He feels the pressure of the weather on his bladder.

circumference only by refusing to sustain free fall,

The hand of bananas indicates the Archdukes enthusiasm for the newly discovered Americas. Oh, brave new world! There is a street in Prague called "New World" (Novy Svei). The hand of bananas is freshly arrived from Bermuda via his Spanish kin, who kn九_九_藏_書ow what he likes. He has a particular enthusiasm for weird plants, and every week comes to converse with his mandrakes, those warty, shaggy roots that originate (the Archduke shudders pleasurably to think about it) in the sperm and water spilled by a hanged man.

the shining drop that trembles, sometimes, on the

The crystal resembles: an aqueous humour, frozen:

The Archduke Rudolph has crazy eyes. These eyes are the mirrors of his soul.

a drop of dew endlessly, tremulously about to fall

In the city of Prague, once, it was winter.

It is a round ball of solid glass and gives a deceptive impression of weightlessness, because you can see right through it and we falsely assume an equation between lightness and transparency, that what the light shines through cannot be there and so must weigh nothing. In fact, the Doctors crystal ball is heavy enough to inflict a substantial injury and the Doctors assistant, Ned Kelly, the Man in the Iron Mask, often weighs the ball in one hand or tosses it back and forth from one to the other hand as he ponders the fragility of the hollow bone, his masters skull, as it pores heedless over some tome.

The bell is cast out of electrum magicum. Paracelsus said that a bell cast out of electrum magicum would summon up the spirits. If a rat gnaws the Archdukes toe during the night, his involuntary start will agitate the bell immediately so the spirits can come and chase the rat away, for the lion, although sui generis a cat, is not sufficiently a cat in spirit to perform the domestic functions of a common mouser, not like the little calico beastie who keeps the good Doctor company and often, out of pure affection, brings him furry tributes of those she has slain.

pupil -- just the sort of transparent eye, in

Women loathe this privy. Happily, few venture here, into the magicians tower, where the Archduke Rudolph keeps his collection of wonders, his proto-museum, his "Wunderkammer", his "cabinet de curiosites", that curious room of which we speak.

Dr Dees assistant, Ned Kelly, the Man in the Iron Mask, is also looking for angels. He is gazing at the sheeny, reflective screen of his scrying disc which is made of polished coal. The angels visi九九藏書t him more frequently than they do the Doctor, but, for some reason, Dr Dee cannot see Kellys guests, although they crowd the surface of the scrying disc, crying out in their high, piercing voices in the species of bird-creole with which they communicate. It is a great sadness to him.

The Archdukes collection also boasts some magnificent specimens of the coco-de-mer, or double coconut, which grows in the shape, but exactly the shape, of the pelvic area of a woman, a foot long, heft and clefted, I kid you not. The Archduke and his gardeners plan to effect a vegetable marriage and will raise the progeny -- man-de-mer or coco-drake -- in his own greenhouses. (The Archduke himself is a confirmed bachelor.)

the animator of Prague, and his film of Alice

Kelly once took the Archduke aside and offered him, at a price, a little piece of the beginning, a slice of the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil itself, which Kelly claimed he had obtained from an Armenian, who had found it on Mount Ararat, growing in the shadows of the wreck of the Ark. The slice had dried out with time and looked very much like a dehydrated ear.

Worse.

always reminds him of

The Archduke soon decided it was a fake, that Kelly had been fooled. The Archduke is not gullible. Rather, he has a boundless desire to know everything and an exceptional generosity of belief. At night, he stands on top of the tower and watches the stars in the company of Tycho Brahe and Johann Kepler, yet by day, he makes no move nor judgement before he consults the astrologers in their zodiacal hats and yet, in those days, either an astrologer or an astronomer would be hard put to it to describe the difference between their disciplines.

In the beginning was. . . what?

Kelly, unbuttoning, wonders if his piss will freeze in the act of falling; if, today, it is cold enough in Prague to let him piss an arc of ice.

Like a lamp guttering out in a recently vacated room, the Renaissance flared, faded and extinguished itself. The world had suddenly revealed itself as bewilderingly infinite, but since the imagination remained, for after all it is only human, finite, our imaginations took some time to catch up. If Francis Bacon will die in 1626read.99csw.com a martyr to experimental science, having contracted a chill whilst stuffing a dead hen with snow on Highgate Hill to see if that would keep it fresh, in Prague, where Dr Faustus once lodged in Charles Square, Dr Dee, the English expatriate alchemist, awaits the manifestation of the angel in the Archduke Rudolphs curious room, and we are still fumbling our way towards the end of the previous century.

The hinge of the sixteenth century, where it joins with the seventeenth century, is as creaky and judders open as reluctantly as the door in a haunted house. Through that door, in the distance, we may glimpse the distant light of the Age of Reason, but precious little of that is about to fall on Prague, the capital of paranoia, where the fortune-tellers live on Golden Alley in cottages so small, a good-sized doll would find itself cramped, and there is one certain house on Alchemists Street that only becomes visible during a thick fog. (On sunny days, you see a stone.) But, even in the fog, only those born on the Sabbath can see the house anyway.

"drop", needs must represent the dew in the act of

in the act of falling;

For Dr Dee, the invisible is only another unexplored country, a brave new world.

Kelly, however, is phenomenally gifted in this direction and notes down on a pad the intonations of their speech which, though he doesnt understand it himself, the Doctor excitedly makes sense of.

from the unfolded petals of a rose and, therefore,

Theres a theory, one I find persuasive, that the quest for knowledge is, at bottom, the search for the answer to the question: "Where was I before I was born?"

Ned Kelly would blame the murder on the angels. He would say the angels came out of the sphere. Everybody knows the angels live there.

Though the bell rings, softly at first, and then with increasing fury as the Archduke nears the end of his journey, no spirits come. But there have been no rats either.

to see the invisible;

oblate spheroid, heavily tinselled, because the

He is not gullible. But he has his peculiarities.

A split fig falls out of the bed on to the marble floor with a soft, exhausted plop, followed by a hand of bananas, that spread out and go limp, as if in submission.