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7/7/10
Verse 1
Three senior pupils sit at morning table within Eton College, the tall hallroom of wood panelling and painted wall, and clean, clear windowing lend from the local environment during prayer on an Autumn term day. While the viscous, yet finely trimmed received English of another senior, named Rothschild gives the lesson, juniors sit bowed and quiet, as with most of the older students, prefects and staff. Only the exception of Eubank, whom seeming puzzled, would at every prayer, place both hands on the table before himself, since having been instructed not to rest his chin on his hand, to tabled elbow. By Grimshaw, whose head solemnly and ardently lowed, sits Keith, in complex and sagacious thought, but preferring to lower his eye, and beside himself, Vernon, sincerely disregarding the worshipful mood, exhibited therein.
A lithe child of thirteen, named Bernstein, whose drifting curled blonde hair was permitted some forelock, raises his look from a table at which the juniors sat, to observe a member of staff, when the boy notices Keith's very balanced head facing him, thus did Bernstein find momentary transfixion under Keith's dark eyes, swiftly released once he kindly altered an almost panther like gaze, by acquiring the object of the white, leather bound King James Bible before the young boy. Politely Bernstein returns to prayer, while Keith reflects with hastening remorse as his thoughts fall cautiously, but unerringly upon the prey, a sacred vision of loveliness, a vision of loveliness.
Later, at physical discipline, Eubank, Vernon and Keith loosen and strengthen their limbs in their own fashion on a smooth tiled outdoor court. Young ladies often occupy the gymnasium, some of which is given over to ballet class. Keith was fond of lecturing on martial arts, all gratefully heard by others; Ali versus Foreman, during the mid seventies. Many deplored the lack of fight in Mohammed Ali, and the conclusion impressed fewer still. However Ali made a novel and salutory lesson, since both men were expected to fight like artillery, but Ali just ducked it all like the Viet Cong, until the other side had tired and simply got bored.
Stood present also are Bernstein and his class friend Julius, a greatly handsome boy with freckles. Julius asks; May we study physic with you?
While Vernon stands in a lunge stance, his knee forward, practising to move his rear foot ahead before moving his front foot, Keith, a hand on hip, raises his own front knee from a stance to pretend a kick, then lowers to turn and stand before the two boys. Seeing an opportunity to assist the girls' ballet class, he addressing Julius; I would rather you both joined the ballet group. There are rarely enough fine looking boys to accompany the young ladies, who are often pleased to practise together.
Thence, regarding the holy host; Your name is Bernstein.
Who nods and proffers a slender hand.
A glance to the gentle and considered movement of the child before him, allows identifying care from Keith, whom, though lustrously filling his senses by holding the boy's palm, only permits himself a second before release, and with calmness tells him; This is Vernon and he is Eubank, I'm Keith.
Eye contact, voluminously gorged upon by the senior lad, Bernstein delicately transfers to Julius, after glancing to the gym building; This is Julius. Could you say, who were Ali and Foreman?
Eubank steps in to explain that both were famous boxers. However, likened unto a jungle creature sensing the aproach of humanity, Keith temporally enables and arms a super enténdre, announcing softly to the four youths; George Foreman also performed a song.
Turning his focus to Bernstein's innocent face, whose well formed lips a little open, while he looks up to his quiet and steady eyes, yet for those of some knowledge, disquieting in their function of innately relaxed study!
Keith, applying all arcane wizardry to acquire the hypnosis of his slim and beautiful prey, then with his cultured English, calmly deploys the destructive spoken instrument;
The song was called, 'With My Little Ukele In My Hand'.
RP
19/7/10
Verse 2
At early even in Summer, Vernon and Grimmy peep through a doorway to see Bernstein, Lazard, Julius and several dainty girls, slowly practise ballet at the gym, all wearing leotards.
A girls' prefect assists Rothschild, while a priviledged College volunteer plays a sonorous tune on a small piano, for the students of dance to bend their knees.
Vernon 'pssts' Rothschild, and tells him; We need two supervisors.
Tall Rothschild, his slightly curled and thickly fibred dark hair a little long, regards Vernon from the class, who completes his request, saying; Weaponry.
Rothschild allows the prefect to continue the class, and brings his jogging pants and footwear to the door.
Soon at the outdoor tiled practice square, Rothschild and an interested member of staff are sat comfortably while Eubank, Vernon, Grimmy and two other students stand close, facing Keith, also close to the group. In their hands each hold nunchaku, short sticks connected by string. They discuss quietly, but Keith warns each one; Weapons training is far more boring, tedious and repetitive than almost anything, even music. It has to be just so, but there is very little sparring. The effect is to raise your threshold of boredom very high. Which makes it easier to concentrate on things, or to meditate. However, we can't simply go boring ourselves out of our heads and expect a result, so group class will be very on and off. What do you want to practise?
Needless, the students voted for the fabulous over shoulder whip swing to recover the flying wand from under the armpit, as demonstrated in Bruce Lee film!
Following instructions like; Keep both knees a bit bent...no, use short stances.
And; Just swing it over the shoulder. Don't move the catching hand...don't...now swinging hand closer to shoulder. Much closer. Again, again. Swing forward, now back...
Keith halts progress, and the students turn to speak to the lecturer, who wished to continue elsewhere to mark some homework.
Grimmy asks him; Do they all want their work marked?
The gentlemen debate that it should be acceptable to allow free work under more relaxed scrutiny, but the teacher managed to make good his escape all the same!
Meanwhile, Bernstein, bored. Julius, bored, Lazard, bored of it all, yet the boys enjoy the charming and very simple piano tunes accompanying the repeatedly corrected ballet steps, and all in the class notice that their dancing had improved. The prefect receives quiet reverénce, the class ends, and children go to shower seperately according to gender. Remembering, Bernstein notices the slim legs and waist of the lithe figure of one of the dance pupils of his age, Rebeccah, whom he approaches for some chat. She turns to face him, and during conversation, their eyes meet several times.
Leaving the gym building, Bernstein notices the sound of Keith's voice, so three boys, Rebeccah and young Jodie together approach the tiled surface at a lawn, to see the weapons class, dressed in elbow pads, cycle helmets and wrist pads, swing sticks boringly forth and back over their shoulder. However, the exercise had been completed, and to their kung fu horror, the delicate and beautiful girls and boys see Keith's nunchaku class swiftly accelerate their nunchaku reliably over shoulder, to hand close to armpit, and then over the next shoulder, repeatedly and dangerously fast!
After moments of this, Keith suffers temptation, in His grace.
Halting the class, they relax and go to speak to the adolescent babes. Flattered that such dangerously violent war gods should deign to entertain them, smiles and cheer occur between children and slightly older youths. Keith walks away from the happy group to remove a pair of strung nunchaku from his holdall, and returns to show Rebeccah. Crouching before the children, he lets Rebeccah see the difference between a pair of fluted shape batons, and the straight wands he took from his bag. Informing her before her friends; The straight round sticks are females. The knob shapes of course are blokes. Octogans don't tend to follow the same description, though.
Vernon and Grimmy feel a little inspired to see Keith's deadly serious and most deadpan aspect in sexing the weaponry for the younger ones. Yet also on their guard in a moment, aware that he could deploy a despicable sexual innuendo in the direction of Bernstein at a whim! The group discuss time of day, and decide to leave the attractive tiled practice surface to dress for dinner.
Nature being as it is, the spark of joy leapeth from the innocent toward the high capacity, arcing flux reactor of one who may be less so!
Rebeccah asks of dark haired Julius, and wavy blonde forelocked Bernstein; What if both his hands were held out to the sides?
Unaware of great dark wings, beating high above themselves, the friendly people pause during walking, to look to Keith for a tactical resolution, whom, calmly studying boy and girl, replies;
I'd urinate over and beyond your heads.
Vernon turns to behold Eubank, and says while expressing with eyebrows; God receive us. It's deplorable!
Noticing Eubank suffering Keith's mortal wit, gently Grimshaw takes his forearm with assuaging comradeship, advising with friendly nods; Fear God only.
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