::taps head with a wee stick::

[tinhuvielartanis]

One would think that Cadmus would quieten down after having a novella that features him prominently written with such enthusiasm and gusto. But he hasn't. He's clamouring for more. Perhaps I should give in and attempt to tackle "Sui Generis" again. I hesitate with this story because it's essentially Cadmus' biography and, therefore, focuses on the abuse he endured in his early years. The last thing I want to do is portray him as a victim. I don't want to inspire a cult of pity for this character because, even though he has suffered more than anyone, it's this suffering that defines and inspires him. He would not tolerate pity, nor can I on his behalf.

Really, I'm not certain if I want to indulge in writing about or for Cadmus right now. My feelings toward him are currently very forgiving and I'm afraid I'd be prone to try to make him a kinder, gentler beast. That just won't do. Despite my protective inclinations, I cannot fathom Cadmus being anything more or less than a murderous abomination. He cannot be an anti-hero. He cannot take up the torch of the protagonist. Them's the rules.