The other day he read something about the "reptile brain taking over" and sneered. Man was the crowning glory of creation, made in god's image; why besmirch that with giving man animal traits?
Now he feels just that happening - the reptile, telling him to take, take the boy and the woman, don't ask, for who shall deny thee? The thought comes unbidden, but he knows the voice. It's not Miquel's, no. And where is he anyway, the voice of reason? Where is he when Cesare needs him? Where was he when Cesare needed to hold onto him? Who's to deny Cesare this child now?
He leans out into the wind. His brow is sweaty.
When he looks at the boy, again, he can see him hesitate and stall, a deer on a clearing, flanks quivering. Rarely has Isabel appeared more attractive. She seems everything a man could ever want, radiant, an appeal to every instinct. The reptile brain, Cesare assents reluctantly.
The kid seems confused, so Cesare offers a soft "buona sera", with the inflection of a question. "Can we help you?"
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Now he feels just that happening - the reptile, telling him to take, take the boy and the woman, don't ask, for who shall deny thee? The thought comes unbidden, but he knows the voice. It's not Miquel's, no. And where is he anyway, the voice of reason? Where is he when Cesare needs him? Where was he when Cesare needed to hold onto him? Who's to deny Cesare this child now?
He leans out into the wind. His brow is sweaty.
When he looks at the boy, again, he can see him hesitate and stall, a deer on a clearing, flanks quivering. Rarely has Isabel appeared more attractive. She seems everything a man could ever want, radiant, an appeal to every instinct. The reptile brain, Cesare assents reluctantly.
The kid seems confused, so Cesare offers a soft "buona sera", with the inflection of a question. "Can we help you?"