Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

26. BORN IN COTSWALD:

I was born in Cotswald near to Acrasfordshire by the Tillihanney River where it bends around the gorge, and I never saw my mother or father again and I get tired therefore of people complaining and thinking hardly back at anything they've said and the darkest fear of my own sweet life is the fear of running out of time - for money I have - literally millions - yet all I do with it is stash it away and worry about time. It's something, after all, I've found I cannot purchase. Oh don't get me wrong, I can rent a girl for a few hours or so, I can buy off a policeman if I must, I can silence a prosecutor and a judge by whipping God's cash in their ever-sniffling noses, but there's nothing I can do about running out of time. Even Denmond my valet knows there's no way out - and he keeps stealing from me so as to forestall his own doom. But little does he know, right now, even as I type, I've got a killer out after him - with instructions of two bullets to the head and then three more to take out his family; which shouldn't be so difficult since it's just a wife and one kid. And there's nothing worse than trash to screw up a wonderful day. But like they told me in school : 'Just because you're taking up space, doesn't mean you're studying astronomy.'

25. NO ONE NOTICED:

As Edgar Alan Poe said the most beautiful words in the English language were ‘cellar door’ I say the ugliest is ‘manageability’ a foolish and senseless compound of two more simple words which in their own way have absolutely no reason to be joined yet joined they are and that word is somehow fraught with meaning a meaning of easyness and happiness but if you look beneath it it reeks of control and stricture and the approval of authority for like hair so people need manageability and they are never better when controlled and whoever compounded those words really made a mess of things BUT to a whit in an instant it was done and NO ONE NOTICED a thing and I woke up screaming literally screaming until someone slaps my face to shut me up and thinking my life was about to end in one long-lasting unstoppable scream to the death she’d slapped my raised head to put an end to it PERHAPS to find ‘manageability’ in my tortured and horrid screams and maybe he or she or that which controls the language MOST CERTAINLY controls all mankind’s and all others’ things.