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It should go unsaid, but I think instead it will go unheeded, that a circus like the that has apparently camped in our midst of late in a place like the City is perhaps not the wisest place to visit.
To be quite honest about it, I've never been much inclined to visit circuses and carnivals even in my own world. I would never take Merry to such vulgar places.
And, for that matter, just before I was taken out of London, there had been a great carnival and circus set up to celebrate the opening of the Crimone Gardens--another coarse affair I did not intend for Merry to visit. Merry's attendance and my involvement in that ordeal are not at issue. What is at issue is what happened at that carnival: murder, deaths by the thousands, and untold suffering as explosives were detonated and buildings collapsed. And solely to that end. The entire celebration was like a festival around a sacrifice--and it was a sacrifice of hundreds.
I know the City isn't the London I left, but there are sometimes too many things that fall so closely together between the two. This sinister circus, I think, is one.
I'll admit, it does hold a kind of macabre fascination for me too. It has a dark beauty that so many things that come through at this time of year do. But I would not attend if I were you.
But no matter how often I say this sort of thing, it seems it's never really heard. I'm beginning to feel rather like Cassandra.
Which is perhaps ironic, all things considered.
~C.
[ooc: The Cassandra reference is an in-canon inside joke. I'm sorry ;; And, whatever, he'll go down to the circus sooner or later. He can't help it.]
It should go unsaid, but I think instead it will go unheeded, that a circus like the that has apparently camped in our midst of late in a place like the City is perhaps not the wisest place to visit.
To be quite honest about it, I've never been much inclined to visit circuses and carnivals even in my own world. I would never take Merry to such vulgar places.
And, for that matter, just before I was taken out of London, there had been a great carnival and circus set up to celebrate the opening of the Crimone Gardens--another coarse affair I did not intend for Merry to visit. Merry's attendance and my involvement in that ordeal are not at issue. What is at issue is what happened at that carnival: murder, deaths by the thousands, and untold suffering as explosives were detonated and buildings collapsed. And solely to that end. The entire celebration was like a festival around a sacrifice--and it was a sacrifice of hundreds.
I know the City isn't the London I left, but there are sometimes too many things that fall so closely together between the two. This sinister circus, I think, is one.
I'll admit, it does hold a kind of macabre fascination for me too. It has a dark beauty that so many things that come through at this time of year do. But I would not attend if I were you.
But no matter how often I say this sort of thing, it seems it's never really heard. I'm beginning to feel rather like Cassandra.
Which is perhaps ironic, all things considered.
~C.
[ooc: The Cassandra reference is an in-canon inside joke. I'm sorry ;; And, whatever, he'll go down to the circus sooner or later. He can't help it.]
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