The miscreant who ushered me into this new world goes by the name of William Loomis.  He prefers “Willie,” and I hesitate to list the connotations of that.  While feeding, a process that both invigorated me and made me somewhat ill given the various (and inferior) intoxicants in his blood, I heard his thoughts and saw through his eyes many of the visions of the day.  Faces were indistinct, however, I postulate that I have learned enough to function for limited periods without calling undue attention to myself.  Loomis took my measurements and purchased for me a rather drab suit of clothes (via something called a ‘fence’ who deals in fine jewelry), something fit more for a chimney sweep than a gentleman, but it will have to due.  From what I can tell from his mind, if we dignify that rum-soaked lump of offal resting between his ears with such a title, Collinwood stands and my portrait still hangs, meaning that father’s deception remains inviolate.

Young Loomis is a hornswaggling rube, but he is an hornswaggling rube in my control, and I need all of the help that can be mustered.  Oh, but for the likes of Good Mr. Ben Stokes.

I can never put into words the degree of my fear.  I am alone. I am as ignorant as a child. I am driven by forces I cannot control.  And now I must make a life for myself.  Doing what?  Business?  I know nothing of where I am.  (Antiques, perhaps.)  Law?  And certainly not architecture.  But I must survive, and so I turn to the only place of safety I know: my family.




5 Comments on “211”

  1. Maryland Rose June 2, 2013 at 7:41 pm #

    Good to see that even in his state Barnabas remembers about the green stuff that does not grow on trees. I would like to see how he solves that problem…

  2. mrsgreenhands June 4, 2013 at 8:29 pm #

    Reblogged this on Mrsgreenhands’s Weblog.

  3. valjazz June 15, 2013 at 10:27 pm #

    I’m not surprised that the intoxicants back in his day were superior…less “Better living through chemistry” applied to the crops, I guess. As for his modern suits, I always thought them to be quite elegant and fitting for a member of the aristocracy of the 1960’s.How Willie got that right is beyond me.

    • therealmccray June 16, 2013 at 9:45 pm #

      That last issue really has me, too. Had they attempted to put humor into the Burton film, this would have been a perfect place. I think Jason probably tutored Willie on the Finer Things. Also, Playboy was an HUGE cultural influence with a massive readership. Willie, I have no doubt, was among them. Back them Playboy even had a legit theatre review column. Fancy shmancy. Fashion was always in the mix. I’m sure Willie probably gave Barnabas an undead-heart attack by handing him a Playboy and telling him to pick out whatever he liked.

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