“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: RORY D. STEPHEN VICTIM OF ABDUCTION NOW SAFE AND WELL (BUT A LITTLE OVERWEIGHT) IN SINGAPORE

RORY D. STEPHEN VICTIM OF ABDUCTION NOW SAFE AND WELL (BUT A LITTLE OVERWEIGHT) IN SINGAPORE

Dearest readers I have been abducted but with gratitude I am presently in the protective custody of my mata-mata friends at the Singapore Police Force (SPF). Through the tireless efforts of the SPF, the North Bergen Constabulary of New Jersey and the Hong Kong Society Against Canine Trafficking I am free again.

I will be undergoing a through veterinarian examination by Dr. Hiloo at the Singaporean Veterinarian Institute this afternoon. I have not been physically harmed but all these chunks of heavenly Singaporean Chicken and Peranakan rice gluten pasties I have been eating of late I have gained a few pounds.

Nothing better than these Peranakan pastries!

Friends this is very high-level stuff. I will be attending a press conference with Singaporean Prime Minister Lawrence Wong at 18:00 hours to further detail my abduction and the international gangs behind it.

The previous chapter has been written by a West Highland Terrier impersonating me. DISREGARD!

I am negotiating an exclusive with The Singaporean Times so you may be reading about my abduction shortly.

I will be staying with Singaporean Prime Minister Lawrence Wong for the next few days. Thank goodness I am potty trained!

RKS Literature: The Cannibal and the Gourmand (Herman Melville)

 “Go to the meat-market of a Saturday night and see the crowds of live bipeds staring up at the long rows of dead quadrupeds. Does not that sight take a tooth out of the cannibal’s jaw? Cannibals? Who is not a cannibal? I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean missionary in his cellar against a coming famine; it will be more tolerable for that provident Fejee, I say, in the day of judgement, than for thee, civilized and enlightened gourmand, who nailest geese to the ground and feastest on their bloated livers in thy pate-de-foie-gras.”

Herman Melville, “Moby Dick”, 1851.

RKS Literature: Gay and Jovial Spirited Sharks (Herman Melville)

 “…yet there is no conceivable time or occasion when you will find them in such countless numbers and in gayer or more jovial spirits, than around a dead sperm whale; moored by night to a whaleship at sea. If you have never seen that sight then suspend your decision about the propriety of devil-worship, and the expediency of conciliating the devil.”

Herman Melville, “Moby Dick”, 1851.

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: HAS RORY BEEN KIDNAPPED AND HELD HOSTAGE IN SCOTLAND?

HAS RORY BEEN KIDNAPPED AND HELD HOSTAGE IN SCOTLAND?

The rumour mill has been churning in my hood. We are encountering the usual gang of dogs and owners and the latter look at me in disbelief asking who the new dog is and what happened to that Westie Rory? It is if I had been kidnapped and held hostage in some run-down pub in Peterhead, Scotland!

Bob needs to convince them I am Rory Dylan Stephen! It has taken some time to sink in but I think they finally believe him. Whoever could have thought a puppy could be the victim of mistaken identity!

RKS Literature: The Graveyard Beat for a Prostitute? (Guy de Maupassant)

“I went off flabbergasted by what I had seen and trying to imagine what tribe of creatures she belonged to, hunting as obviously she did on this sepulchral terrain. Was she a single prostitute who had struck on the brilliant idea of frequenting graveyards and picking up unhappy men still haunted by the loss of a wife or mistress and troubled by the memory of past caresses? Was she unique? Or were there more like her? Was it a professional speciality to work the cemetery like the street? The loved one of those laid to rest! Or was she alone in having conceived the psychologically sound idea of exploiting the feelings of amorous nostalgia awakened in these mournful venues.

I was longing to know whose widow she had chosen to be that day.”

Guy de Maupassant, “Laid to Rest”, b 1850 d 1893.

RKS Literature: The Better Days Once Had by Little Mrs Sommers (Kate Chopin)

“The neighbours sometimes talked of ‘certain better days’ that little Mrs Sommers had known before she had ever thought of being Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such morbid retrospection. She had no time-no second of time to devote to the past. The needs of the present absorbed her every faculty. A vision of the future like some dim gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily tomorrow never comes.”

Kate Chopin, “A Pair of Silk Stockings”, Kate Chopin b1850 d1904

RKS Literature: Death of Her Husband in a Tragic Railroad Accident (Kate Chopin)

“She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial.

She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked saved with love upon her, fixed and grey and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.”

Kate Chopin, “The Story of an Hour”, Kate Chopin b1850 d1904

RKS Literature: Gutted Like a Fish with Love (Guy de Maupassant)

“He stared at the opposite bank where an angler was fishing, his line perfectly still. All of a sudden the man jerked out the water a little silver fish which wriggled at the end of his line. Twisting it this way and that he tried to extract his hook, but in vain. Losing his patience he started pulling and as he did so, tore out the entire bloody gullet of the fish with parts of its intestines attached. Paul shuddered, feeling himself equally torn part. It seemed to him that the hook was like his own love and that if he were to tear it out he too would be gutted by a piece of curved wire hooked deep into his essential self at the end of a line held by Madeline.”

 Guy de Maupassant, “Femme Fatale”, b 1850 d 1893.

RKS Literature: Paul Falls Deeply for a Little Cricket of a Creature (Guy de Maupassant)

“The fact was that despite himself, without knowing why how it had happened and very much against his better judgement, he had fallen hopelessly in love. He had fallen as if into some deep and muddy hole. By nature he was a delicate and sensitive soul. He had had ideals and dreamed of an exquisite and passionate affair. And now he had fallen for this little cricket of a creature. She was as stupid as every other woman and not even pretty to make up for it. Skinny and foul-tempered, she had taken possession of him entirely from tip to toe, body and soul. He had fallen under the omnipotent and mysterious spell of the female. He was overwhelmed by this colossal force of unknown origin, the demon in flesh capable of hurling the most rational man in the world at the feet of a worthless harlot.”

Guy de Maupassant, “Femme Fatale”, b 1850 d 1893.

RKS Literature: The Smell of Flesh and Cheap Perfume (Guy de Maupassant)

“Despite the proximity of the river and the huge trees shadowing it, the place was suffocatingly hot. Mingling with the fumes of spilt drinks came the smell of flesh and the cheap perfume with which the skin of those trading in sex was drenched. Underlying all these smells was the slight but persistent aroma of talc, which wafted with varying intensity as if an unseen hand were waving some gigantic powder-puff over the entire scene.”

Guy de Maupassant, “Femme Fatale”, b 1850 d 1893.