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Topic: Spam (not the meat) (11/03/11)
TITLE: The Mounting Sorrows of Olympe Fraisse
By Troy Manning
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--Novels in Three Lines, Félix Fénéon
It began banally enough. Olympe, aged fourteen, ran away from her troubled home-life in quest of some semblance of freedom. And like many people attempting to escape an abusive situation, she fled directly into a tyranny of even greater magnitude.
Olympe’s burgeoning beauty was more than evident to all of the satyrs in the Bordezac woods. Why Auguste, the most scurrilous of them all, wound up with her was beyond them. His treatment of her year after year didn’t evade their notice, yet any efforts to extricate her from Auguste’s dominion only resulted in a shorter leash on Olympe.
Of course Olympe’s early days with Auguste consisted of many efforts to escape. But as each recapture met with harsher consequences, her hopes for a different kind of existence quickly disappeared.
The next half-century of life with Auguste wasn’t entirely devoid of its pleasures. Sometimes Olympe would even bring him her leash herself. Although her efforts to adopt a masochistic mindset to effect an inward deliverance from Auguste’s terrorism never fully succeeded, her feigned transports of joy often served to frustrate Auguste enough for her to experience a modicum of little victories.
The faun’s downfall commenced when he invited all of the other satyrs of Bordezac, as well as several minor gods from neighboring parts of Gard, for a solo flute concerto followed by a brief bacchanalia. Forcing Olympe to demonstrate her facility with the instrument, Auguste toasted his honorable guests and began to dance. Enjoining the participation of the others, his movements grew feverish and the contagion quickly spread. In the delirious tumult that ensued, six satyrs managed to restrain Auguste long enough for a cylcops to giddily whisk the eighty-year old Olympe away.
As testimony to the ordeals she endured, Mme Fraisse points to the many creases traversing her face. Upon close inspection, one must admit that they clearly appear deeper than might otherwise be expected.
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