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Cromwell can talk to the three religions and nine streams without appearing to be intimidating. His tiger-like eyes have been paying attention to the changes around him. He observed everyone, his peeling eyes were merciless, and he tore each person like an onion layer by layer.
He always took steady steps toward the people he was needed. The first one, his backer of the year: Archbishop Wolsey. The second is King Henry VIII of England, who desperately wants to divorce and marry Ann. The third, Ann, who fished with her body, and her uncle, the Duke of Norfolk, and other comrades.
Mantel's decency is well-written, which is sublime. It keeps the reader intrigued, how would a Tudor speak? How to deal with various challenges?
He sees too clearly that power is needed. And sex is the brother of power.
And in this bloody erotic game, even the news that the Muslim army has hit Belgrade has become white noise on the TV. Cromwell takes "Never Refuse" as his heart, and likes a faithful psychiatrist to care for his patients' desires.
As long as he doesn't refuse and achieves his wish, the dirty exchange terms don't need him to open up. Others pursue the same word, he only likes to take every step of the way. What a patient big cat he is.
Just like Zang Feng in Chinese calligraphy, as long as you learn to repress your own desires and embed them into the desires of others, you will gradually discover that everyone else wants to play your game, even the emperor is no exception.
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Although all power comes from the scumbag emperor, to a certain extent, everyone is playing a game with "emperor" pieces. People come and go, go up and down, they are like all living beings, and I return like a mountain. This is power.
Even the insult that he was often referred to as the son of a blacksmith was just a game.
The language puns are extremely clever.
For example, in the third episode Henry 8 was drunk, Cromwell took the initiative to take his shoulder and said, lean on me. It's also like a request: rely on me.
Henry VIII confided, "In the presence of Ann, I would tremble." I shake. In Shakespeare's day, vulgar puns were what I meant to jerk off. Even handshake can mean that.
Don't forget that, beginning with Henry VIII of Tudor, England abandoned Catholic sanctimoniousness and pursued unbridled worldly pleasures. Who cares about the accusations of the Holy Maiden's Chrisma?
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