by Jean-Jacques » Thu Jan 02, 2020 11:42 pm
Jean-Jacques regards Durhams performance from his seat alongside Hermina, his impression of the kindred only confirmed by the spectacle on display.
With some trepidation, he awaited his dare from the same.
“Sank you Durham, I shall oblige.”
He stands, gently replacing his lap with a soft cushion for Herminas head.
“Excuse moi, Elder Hermina,”
He moves to the lecturn.
“Ze great dispute between ze ancients and ze moderns ees not yet settled, eet ‘as been on ze table sance ze ze silver age succeeded ze golden age. Mankind ‘as alvays maintained zat ze good old times were better zan ze present day. Nestor in ze Illiad wishing to insert ‘imself as a weese councellor in ze minds of Achilles and Aagamemnon starts by saying to zem:”
Jean-Jacques moves his body, no longer addressing the room, but now directing his speech and eye contact with Hermina
“E leaved formerly wiz better men zan you, non!”
His voices raises in passion as he speaks.
“EE ‘ave never seen and ee shall never zee zuch great personages as Dryas, Cenaeus, Exadius, Polyphemus equal to all ze gods zat have stood astride zis earth.”
“Until zis evening, Elder, non, zuch a visage of perfection as indeed all ze gods and ze forces of nature cood not compare.”
He pauses, a yearning look upon his face, passion etched across his face, staring directly at Hermina, he pauses.