Then, suddenly, Diogenes appears, plucks every feather from the duck, shoves it into the faces of those sitting on the bench, screams ‘This is no bird, behold, a man!’, laughs manically, shits in the duck pond, runs away.
I read “shoves it into the faces…” as “shaves it into the faces…” and the horror of the scenario was amplified as I imagined a crazed, naked, Greek witling a duck into some kind of fleshy Mount Rushmore.
Then, suddenly, Diogenes appears, plucks every feather from the duck, shoves it into the faces of those sitting on the bench, screams ‘This is no bird, behold, a man!’, laughs manically, shits in the duck pond, runs away.
Fuckin’ Diogenes, man.
After shitting in the duck pond and fleeing, he returns to his tiny home:
A fuck-off huge, old wine barrel.
I read “shoves it into the faces…” as “shaves it into the faces…” and the horror of the scenario was amplified as I imagined a crazed, naked, Greek witling a duck into some kind of fleshy Mount Rushmore.