This is the third section of the eighth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
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“Okay I have to ask Tom” said Laurence “What’s with your manner of speaking?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well bally this and jolly good that, splendid here and there. It’s like a bad parody”
“You really are out of touch. I mean I had got the impression, but seriously.”
“It’s a fashion to sound like a twerp?”
Tom sighed and theatrically put his pad down “In most circles you’re as valuable and as worthy as you are distinctive. No point being the best there is unless people remember you. So the fashion started to take on distinctive old accents as an eccentricity. Even if you’re third or fourth best, whatever that means, then at least you’re memorable then there’ll always be good company to be found. If you stop thinking like a caveman and trying to be the Alpha male and instead concern yourself with not the procreation of your genes but with the experience you have of the world and the effect you have on the wolrd around you then it’s all a very different world.”
“And that’s what’s important to you is it?”
“Being at home and desired wherever I am? Yes please.”
“Is this linked to your choice of name then?”
“What Jones-Chirchill? You know about that fashion then, I should have known not to totally write you off.”
“Yeah I realised that wasn’t your birth name. I figured you like so many other chose to redefine themselves through a choice of name. What I can’t figure out is why you chose that one.”
“Ah yes, well it was all about finding something I resonated with. You know, something to aspire to and something to be watchful of. Lord of the manor who was ahead of his times and one of the most brutal men in history would be very memorable; and who doesn’t in their heart want to be remembered”