A Son Of The Circus by Irving John

Author:Irving, John [Irving, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780345915627
Amazon: 0345417992
Barnesnoble: 0345417992
Goodreads: 7073
Publisher: Ballantine
Published: 1994-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Martin Luther Is Put to Dubious Use

Martin Mills had insisted on observing Dr Daruwalla at his doctor’s chores, for the zealot had proclaimed –even before he saw a single one of Dr Daruwalla’s patients – that the doctor was performing ‘the Lord’s work.’ After all, what activity was nearer to Jesus than healing crippled children? It was right up there with saving their little souls, Farrokh guessed. Dr Daruwalla had allowed the missionary to follow him as closely as his own shadow, but only because he wanted to observe how the zealot was recovering from his beating. The doctor had alertly anticipated any indications that the scholastic might have suffered a serious head injury, but Martin Mills was ploddingly disproving this theory. Martin’s particular madness seemed in no way trauma-related; rather, it appeared to be the result of blind convictions and a systematic education. Furthermore, after their experience on Fashion Street, Dr Daruwalla didn’t dare let Martin Mills wander freely in Bombay; yet the doctor hadn’t found the time to deliver the madman to the presumed safety of St Ignatius.

On Fashion Street, Martin Mills had been completely unaware of that giant likeness of Inspector Dhar which was freshly plastered above the stalls of the clothes bazaar. The missionary had noticed the other movie advertisement; side by side with Inspector Dhar and the Towers of Silence was a poster for Death Wish, with a sizeable likeness of Charles Bronson.

‘That looks like Charles Bronson!’ the Jesuit had observed.

‘That is Charles Bronson,’ Farrokh had informed him. But of himself, in the image of Inspector Dhar, the missionary saw no resemblance. The clothes vendors, however, looked upon the Jesuit with baleful eyes. One refused to sell him anything; the scholastic assumed that the merchant had nothing in the right size. Another screamed at Martin Mills that his appearance on Fashion Street was nothing but a film-publicity stunt. This was probably because the missionary insisted on carrying the crippled beggar. The accusation had been made in Marathi, and the elephant-footed boy had enlivened the exchange by spitting on a rack of the merchant’s clothes.

‘Now, now — even though they revile you, simply smile,’ Martin Mills had told the crippled boy. ‘Show them charity.’ The Jesuit must have assumed it was Ganesh and his crushed foot that had caused the outburst.

It was a wonder they’d escaped from Fashion Street with their lives; Dr Daruwalla had also managed to persuade Martin Mills to get his hair cut. It was short enough to begin with, but the doctor had said something about the weather growing hotter and hotter, and that in India many ascetics and holy men shaved their heads. The haircut that Farrokh had arranged – with one of those three-rupee curbside barbers who hang out at the end of the clothing stalls on Fashion Street – had been as close to a shaven head as possible. But even as a ‘skinhead,’ Martin Mills exhibited something of Inspector Dhar’s aggressive quality. The resemblance went well beyond the propensity for the family sneer.

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