Hearts of Darkness
“The Earl was getting old. Once advisor to Charles I, then Lord Chancellor to Charles II in exile, he paraded the court like the King’s own father. He built himself a magnificent house on Piccadilly, casting a long shadow all the way to the palace itself, a mark of his influence. It was a bigger house than any man could need. Built three storeys high with two long wings, Clarendon could house the entire court inside its walls if he so wished.
Some called it ‘Holland House’, for they suspecte...d it was built from the proceeds of Dutch bribes. The taller rose the house, so further crumbled what popularity the Earl still enjoyed. The years had passed, and Charles was no longer a boy. Where once the King relied upon his older mentor, now he resented the moralising and nagging. Some at court even dared mock the old man, though not to his face. Clarendon’s star was on the wane.
Piccadilly was wide and paved, a quiet oasis ploughing a furrow through green parkland.MoreLess
Some called it ‘Holland House’, for they suspecte...d it was built from the proceeds of Dutch bribes. The taller rose the house, so further crumbled what popularity the Earl still enjoyed. The years had passed, and Charles was no longer a boy. Where once the King relied upon his older mentor, now he resented the moralising and nagging. Some at court even dared mock the old man, though not to his face. Clarendon’s star was on the wane.
Piccadilly was wide and paved, a quiet oasis ploughing a furrow through green parkland.MoreLess
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