“Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.” ― Terry Pratchett,
The more I am exposed to the bumbling Trump presidency and regime the more I am coming to realize that he may well be one of history’s most tragic figures.
This situation is not the result of his own doing but by an ironic twist of time and fate that forces his swashbuckling attitude and sense of adventure be contained in an era of checks and balances the likes of which are beyond his reckoning.
He is a composite character made up of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Long John Silver and Shakespeare’s Falstaff.
The latter is a drunkard and a lout who prefers sipping a glass or two of ale in a local pub while eyeing the barmaid’s voluptuous breasts and squeezing the younger server’s ample butt for a bit of good fun.
The pirate side of his nature is the cunning and misunderstood pirate who is a man sensitive to the opinions of a young and impressionable Jack Hawkins while all the while constantly on the alert for the local law officials to arrest him and lead him to his fate on the end of a rope on the yardarm.
These are both forceful and dramatic characters and to have them housed into one psyche could only and inevitably cast uncertainty, doubt and hesitation about future plans and well imagined outcomes. He did state he can foresee the future. The Art of the Dream.
If my analysis is true then this tragic hulk of a man will soon be walking the gang-plank alone for crimes and offences he does not recognize as being a result of his own misgivings and insecurity.
Har matey. Thar she blows. The end of the tale. — gc