Friday, December 4, 2009

These are my idle hands

I think it might be a good thing to keep the devil from the door by lashing up some drawings here. Providing a drizzle of purpose to many's the wandering drawing. Here's a drawing of the man in question. It's based on this story my dad told me once called Séanna and the devil.

Séanna, god love him, is having a difficult time. He decides to go to the market to try and sell his last remaining cow but comes home again empty-pocketed and crestfallen. Later that evening as he's sitting in front of the fire, cursing his hard life and wishing that things could be easy just for once, he hears three sharp, rasping knocks on the door. He opens the door and a dark, black stranger is standing on the threshold. He offers Séanna a single wish on condition that Séanna promises to do anything he asks in 13 years time. Séanna lets out a cry of joy and asks, at once, to be as rich as a lord. The stranger grants him his wish and Séanna spends the next 13 years living in tremendous splendour in his house.

Thirteen years roll effortlessly by and on the anniversary of the night that fortune fell on Séanna, he hears again, three sharp, rasping knocks on the door. Séanna throws open the door and low and behold, who should be standing there but the same stranger! But Séanna sees at once that this time a ferocious looking tail is whipping around the stranger's back and sparks are flying on the flagstone as the stranger's cloven hooves snap sharply on the doorstep. Séanna lets out a cry of horror as he realises it's the diabhail himself!

At this point, my dad turned to me and said, "That, love, is as much as I can remember. Sorry. He gets out of it somehow."


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