... asleep. This was his hope; but in the meantime there was a languid battle with insomnia and inordinate time that he, from his "exalted tomb," disdain... ... that society lied about it all: motherhood as the continuation of playing with dolls, manhood epitomized by competition and money, and old age the en... ...nd leaving all to one's widow, and old age, if it came, had to be besieged with problems of the present, which would be less painful than recalling ha... ...breeze that set his dog scampering. Then he recalled that portrait of King Rama V, Chulalongkorn, hanging in the National Gallery. The depiction of hi... ... all his money Jatupon was still there within him shining with tender King Rama V's Chulalongkorn eyes of suffering for his people. Those smudges help... ...ng of the anthem. Inwardly having great humility and reverence toward King Rama IX, he nonetheless facetiously told himself that this opportunity to e... ...pants still up, made occasional orbits around him like Mars in its closest rendezvous with the sun. Whether the odd one was insane by having been over... ...truthful. His brief time under a scholarship grant had been more of sexual rendezvous than anything more substantive. It had been his language of choi...