If you're joining us for Corporate Cancer and have not read this book, I'd advise you to skip this table. It has something in the nature of spoilers, and I don't want to spoil this book. I would advise you, though, to read it and come back later. It is a truly excellent novel.
Day | Apparent identity | Appearance | Day of Creation | Assessment of Sunday | Costume |
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Monday | Secretary of Anarchist Council | Twisted smile | Creation of light | Grotesque, monstrously strong, half-formed | Black with a vertical stripe of white |
Tuesday | Gogol, a Pole | Wild, bushy hair & beard | Division of waters above & below | Can't even be thought about | Gray and silver, falling like a sheet of rain |
Wednesday | Marquis de St. Eustace | Rich, dark, foreign | Division of water from land | Wicked & absent-minded | Green, with tangled trees |
Thursday | ??? | ??? | Creation of sun, moon & stars | Two-faced, terrifying from behind, godlike from the front | Peacock-blue with sun, moon & stars |
Friday | Professor de Worms | Paralytic old man near death | Creation of fishes and birds | Inducing supreme, near-solipsistic skepticism | Dim purple with fishes and tropical birds |
Saturday | Dr. Bull | Healthy young man with colored glasses concealing his eyes | Creation of land animals and man | Massive and light at the same time, strength and levity | A coat with heraldic animals and a man |
Sunday | President of Anarchist Council | Built on a super-human scale in all proportions (a bit like Chesterton himself 6'4" and quite round) | Rest, completion | Beyond the comprehension of the others (somewhat like Tuesday's assessment) | Pure and terrible white |
Monday, the Secretary, holds against him his playing both parts. He can forgive God all manner of cruelties, but cannot forgive his rest and peace. Tuesday, Gogol, only wants to know why he was hurt so much. Wednesday, the Marquis (who is the only of the group to have a second name revealed), says the whole thing seems merely silly. Thursday, our protagonist, was grateful for the adventure and challenge, but wants answers. Friday, the crippled professor, says he does not understand, and fell a little too close to Hell. Saturday, Dr. Bull, says he understands nothing, but is content, and rests. Sunday, we note, is God's rest.
There is far more philosophical depth here than I can plumb right now. And please, if you have not read the book already, do not go into it with this as a guidebook. That would ruin the experience of reading it for the first time. As Wordsworth said, "We murder to dissect." Reading the book this way from the start would be a literary crime. I'll have my thoughts on the final chapter in the comments on that chapter sometime soon.
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