Marcus closes his eyes and within minutes, is forced to confront the often disturbing events of his life that have shaped him....warped him....melted his mind....
After what seems an eternity of this distress, but in reality lasts perhaps ten minutes, their is a merciful reprieve from being Marcus Greer....
I am a pioneer who explores the human psyche.... I have discerned a deep-rooted sexual component to the developing stages of the human personality.... I have cracked the code of dreams, and can tell you that it all boils down to a primitive desire to return to the womb....this cocaine is a magnificent drug....a certain book in my library once exploded with a loud popping sound.... I am Sigmund Freud.... Tell me about your mother....
A moment of suspended, blissful communion with the Oversoul....
I am Emperor of Rome.... I will show those arrogant asses in the senate.... I will name my horse consul.... In fact, I'll make of him a god.... That will show them what I think of them--that a horse has more sense than the lot of them!.... While I'm at it, I'll open an imperial brothel, where the senators' wives can service the common citizen of Rome.... I, Caligula, will purge Rome of its self-serving parasites.... At least until they finally have the balls to assassinate me....
Another brief respite from identity....
I was born cursed.... Prophecy dictated that I would kill my father and marry my mother.... To prevent this, my father pinned my foot to the mountainside.... But I was rescued, and as Fate cannot be cheated, I fulfilled my tragic destiny unwittingly, killing a man I did not know as my father on the road, and taking to wife a woman I did not know
as my mother.... I blinded myself with her brooch pins after she hung herself when the truth came to light.... I am Oedipus, who answered correctly the Sphinx's riddle....
Then it is over....