Weekly feature by: John Gabriel Adkins

… And the great Brooklyn wall was felled to two cubits, while many wails of mourning were cried by the people of Brooklyn, who said, “The wall has fallen.”

And the invaders threw many semi-autobiographical novels into the Eastern River, so that it ran black with ink, and became poisonous. The vulgar pictures popular in that place were burned in a large fire of paper and electronicus [untranslatable] at the center of Flatbush, so that the smoke blackened the skies as the waters, and a terrible darkness covered the whole of the Brooklyn province. And many who did not flee were taken as prisoners, because in those days to flee was seen as an extreme act, while to do nothing was praised.[1]

There was an artisanal cobbler by the name of Peter of Brooklyn, whose family was powerful within Brooklyn and had served the consulship for many generations, and was respected even by the Emperor. And while Peter Brooklyn sired no children, to the disrepute of his line, he was known as a joyous reveler and great worshiper of Bacchus, and was beloved by the people. And it is said that Peter fled against custom when the walls of Brooklyn gave way, and secreted himself in the northern lands under the name Julius. But his livelihood and good name were lost, and his family was captured.

The sack lasted for many weeks, until …[2]


[1] For a fuller discussion of this enigmatic passage from Marcus, see “The Behaviors and Attitudes of Brooklynite Society Before the Fall” (Hodges, 4-5).

[2] Here the manuscript is cut off by water damage, probably during the Flooding of New England. Possible references to Marcus’s testimony, including the lost passages of “Sack”, appear in Chronicles VI-VII by Serenity of Baltimore.


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