Post by account_disabled on Dec 12, 2023 0:53:57 GMT -5
Chérie nestled on Francine's legs and began to purr. The little girl caressed the cat, while she sat on the sofa reading the Corpus Hermeticum by Trismegistus. It was evening and the rain was beating on the window panes in a constant and relaxing rhythm. Gloria Glissant entered the room and sat next to her daughter, absently picking up the Daily Telegraph and pretending to be interested in the news of the day. Delmar Glissant entered immediately afterwards, filled his pipe, lit it and sat down in an armchair, crossing his legs and leaving his gaze fixed on the opposite wall. "What do you want to talk to me about?" asked Francine, unmasking her parents' disinterested attitude: they were certainly preparing for a heavy and boring discussion, she thought.
Mrs. Glissant dropped the newspaper and Delmar smoked. “What?” the Phone Number Data man said between coughs. Francine closed the book, rubbed Chérie's ears, who was now sleeping with a loud purr, and sighed. "What did the teacher tell you?" At that point the parents decided to end the farce and changed their behavior. Gloria Glissant put down the newspaper and Delmar Glissant stopped smoking. “Well, Francine,” her father began, “Mrs. Evans is worried about some of your habits. She says you invent words, for example." “What's wrong, dad?” «Nothing», replied the man, «nothing, really. But come on, Francine, can't you be satisfied with the thousands of words that the English vocabulary has?" "They aren't enough to express all my synesthesia", replied the little girl. Mrs.
Gloria turned towards her husband, who in turn returned her gaze. Then Mr. Delmar returned to take care of that strange daughter. "For example," he said, "why don't you read Little Women or The Wizard of Oz like all the girls your age?» “Because I read them when I was six, dad!” «Well, and can't you find anything better than this Grim… Trimagistos or whatever his name is?» «Trismegistus, dad», Francine corrected him with a huff. «Hermes Trismegistus. He is the one who founded hermeticism." “Ah, I see,” said Mr. Glissant, confused. He avoided asking the little girl what this hermeticism was, certainly a self-referential movement of this dark Hermes. The man's mind worked at full capacity to give even a vaguely logical sense to his daughter's answers, but in the end he had to surrender to the evidence that he and his wife had brought into the world a not-so-normal little girl.
Mrs. Glissant dropped the newspaper and Delmar smoked. “What?” the Phone Number Data man said between coughs. Francine closed the book, rubbed Chérie's ears, who was now sleeping with a loud purr, and sighed. "What did the teacher tell you?" At that point the parents decided to end the farce and changed their behavior. Gloria Glissant put down the newspaper and Delmar Glissant stopped smoking. “Well, Francine,” her father began, “Mrs. Evans is worried about some of your habits. She says you invent words, for example." “What's wrong, dad?” «Nothing», replied the man, «nothing, really. But come on, Francine, can't you be satisfied with the thousands of words that the English vocabulary has?" "They aren't enough to express all my synesthesia", replied the little girl. Mrs.
Gloria turned towards her husband, who in turn returned her gaze. Then Mr. Delmar returned to take care of that strange daughter. "For example," he said, "why don't you read Little Women or The Wizard of Oz like all the girls your age?» “Because I read them when I was six, dad!” «Well, and can't you find anything better than this Grim… Trimagistos or whatever his name is?» «Trismegistus, dad», Francine corrected him with a huff. «Hermes Trismegistus. He is the one who founded hermeticism." “Ah, I see,” said Mr. Glissant, confused. He avoided asking the little girl what this hermeticism was, certainly a self-referential movement of this dark Hermes. The man's mind worked at full capacity to give even a vaguely logical sense to his daughter's answers, but in the end he had to surrender to the evidence that he and his wife had brought into the world a not-so-normal little girl.