The Religious Hysteria of Doctor Humphrey Humperdinck

Why Wasn’T There Any Consolation For Doctor Humphrey Humperdinck As He Wallowed In His Welter Of Pain: His Chest A-Pounding: And If Jorge. L. Borges Words Seemed Very Clever And Very Plausible As They Are Why Did They Leave Him Feeling Stupid An’ Empty? And Why Was He Caught Up And Held By Their Mesmerizing Quality And Quantity? Was It Because As Of Late Humphrey’S Appraisal Of The Modern World In The Eighties Was Like Dickens’S In The Increasing Secular Eighteenth Century In His A Tale Of Two Cities Which Were Begun With ‘It Was The Best Of Times It Was The Worst Of Times… We Had Everything Before Us We Had Nothing Before Us We Were Going Direct To Heaven We Were Going The Other Way?’ --Ever Since His Childhood Because Of His Relationship With His Parents- He Had Learnt And Taught Himself To Take Hurts And Eventually To Take More And More Hurts By Inviting The Bad ‘Uns In The Universe To Take Pot-Shots At Him: To Set Himself As A Target In Hell’S Shooting Range. Because He Was Damaged Goods: He Had Intuited As A Result He Might As Well Gain Admittance To Heaven Thereof By Suffering In This Life Until He Had Suffered More Than He Could Suffer And As It Was For A Good Cause Heaven Would Spare Him Pains And Hurts When He Was Dead Or Bless Him At The Latter End Of His Life. He Chewed His Lips And Frowned As He Thought Of The Spooks Imprisoned Temporarily And Held In The Containment Units Downstairs And How Vindictive Towards Him They Were. He Felt That Despite He Was Doing All He Could To Rid The World Of These Diabolical Interlopers His Life Was Not Vindicated. For In His Low Mood He Was In A Depressed Way And Desperate State Of Mind. (From Chap. Three). .