I would like to clarify that Will Graham and I were not acquainted in that manner. He was a good friend, who betrayed my trust. Though I suppose the feelings are the same when people go their separate ways. Here again, the teacup shatters.
And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him.
The frogs had been preserved in formaldehyde from before the war, and what differentiating color their organs ever had was long ago leached away. There was one for each six students in the malodorous school laboratory. A circle of schoolboys crowded around each plate where the little cadaver rested, the chaff of grubby erasures dusting the table as they sketched. The schoolroom wascold, coal still being in short supply, and some of the boys wore gloves with the fingertips cut out. Hannibal came and looked at the frog and returned to his desk to work. He made two trips.
Professor Bienville had a teacher’s suspicion of anyone who chose to sit in the back of the room. He approached Hannibal from the flank, his suspicions justified as he saw the boy sketching a face instead of a frog.”Hannibal Lecter, why are you not drawing the specimen?” ”I finished it, sir.” Hannibal lifted the top sheet and there was the frog, exactly rendered, in the anatomical position and circumscribed like Leonardo’s drawing of man. The internals were hatched and shaded. The professor looked carefully into Hannibal’s face. He adjusted his dentures with his tongue and said, “I will take that drawing. There is someone who should see it. You’ll have credit for it.”
An excellent chalk and pencil drawing of a baby’s hand and arm, arresting and appealing in its gesture, the plump arm foreshortened as the baby reaches to pat. There is a bracelet on the arm.
Bloom, pacing, talking half to herself, called her subject “the child of a nightmare”. Crawford’s eyelids drooped at the compassion in her voice.
You know, Will, you worry too much. You’d be so much more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself.
We don’t invent our natures, Will; they’re issued to us along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it?
I want to help you, Will, and I’d like to start by asking you this: When you were so depressed after you shot Mr. Ganett Jacob Hobbs to death, it wasn’t the act that got you down, was it? Really, didn’t you feel so bad because killing him felt so good?
Think about it, but don’t worry about it. Why shouldn’t it feel good? It must feel good to God - He does it all the time, and are we not made in His image?
You may have noticed in the paper yesterday, God dropped a church roof on thirty-four of His worshipers in Texas Wednesday night - just as they were groveling through a hymn. Don’t you think that felt good?
Thirty-four. He’d let you have Hobbs.
He got 160 Filipinos in one plane crash last week - He’ll let you have measly Hobbs. He won’t begrudge you one measly murder. Two now. That’s all right.
Watch the papers. God always stays ahead.
A brilliant mind disappeared with Beverly Katz. She was such a bright scientist, curious, honest and passionate. I wish she would not have gone looking for the Ripper. I didn’t know her much, but I will miss her dearly.
Someday I’ll know how to draw and won’t need photoshop to produce believable content. Today’s not that day.
When I lived in France, there was a vogue in Paris for things Japanese. The drawings were small, and suited to the limited wallspace of Paris apartments, and they could be packed easily in a tourist’s suitcase. I signed them with achop, the symbol called Eternity in Eight Strokes.
There was a market for these drawings in the Quarter, in the small galleries along the Rue Saints-Père sand the Rue Jacob, though some galleries required me to deliver his work after hours, to prevent their clients from knowing the drawings were done by a child.
Again a montage.
You can hear the rhythm and syntax of your own speech in Graham’s voice. I have heard Graham do that before, with other people. Often in intense conversation Graham takes on the other person’s speech patterns. At first, it may seem he is doing it deliberately, that it is a gimmick to get the back-and-forth rhythm going.
Later you may realize that Graham does it involuntarily, that sometimes he tries to stop and can’t.
Becoming on society6.
Inspired by the season 2 of the NBC series Hannibal -where the hero Will Graham is blossoming into a much more darker self at the hands of a beautiful, carnivorous flower.
(Gentle reminder this is the blog where I collect all the original stuff I post)