Chapter Sixty-Three
When Denis returned with his father from England, he perpetually had to hide a hideous aversion that mushroomed in his brain and took control when he day-dreamed, which happened increasingly.
He suspected it was the torment in the meat factory that had fermented into hatred. He caught himself fantasizing about standing up to his father, even murdering him in a duel, of r****g Grace Govern, of killing – with bolts of lightning, like Zeus – all the butchers in the horse-meat canning factory. He conjured up visions of humanity as a horde of all-consuming and defiling creatures who resembled the Romanian Count in Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula.
The eighteen-year-old boy became convinced he was insane. He would suddenly find himself immersed in a bloody scene in his mind, an
