Me, myself chi, very much alive et kicking. The preceding work has been written by my former assistant, who became delusional after accidentally consuming a less than fatal amount of the poison that I had brought for termites et emmets. Later, he attempted to kill me with an unlicensed S&W, his plot thwarted by my lovely secretary, for whom he may or may not have harbored romantic feelings.
In spite of the attack, I have made sure that he is taken good care of in an upscale health facility.
I discovered the manuscript in the fireplace of his studio, and despite much rambling, I found certain places intriguing – though to tell you the truth, he is, to use his favourite motif, advanced plagiarized by Thomas Pychon [MAK1] decades ago. He wasn’t exactly an avid reader of Pychon, so, it will be wrong to assume that he simply recycled the former.
For instance, it was his fascination with time that led him to believe that the International Date Line had something to do with his going back in time + the reversal of Poles. At Poles, of course, you are standing on all time zones at once, and for some time you can walk | your one foot is on one side of the date-line, while the second foot is on the other side.
His duty nurse after receiving a small sum told [MAK2] me that he keeps talking to himself, such as that our brain is divided into left et right cerebral 2 cortex; the right is Dion’, the Yin, the idealist part of the binary
(I am abridging what he says, for, as you well know by now, he keeps going in circles: some fools say that the right side of the TV screen or an image published in a paper is the left side, failing to correct for the fact that had such a person been staring at us from that frame s/he will be saying the same wrong thing about us; he retorts then: a camera produces a negative, which is then developed within the camera or later by humans – they still have to do a monkey test, whether or not they can develop accidentally from acetic acid et argentumchloride – + the fact that the human lens produces the reverse of reality, which our brains, attuned to a certain sort of reality, then corrects; he answers the rebuttal thus: the objective reality does not go through an iota of change, just b/c of our inability to grasp it correctly at first)
wherefore the left is Apollo, the Yang, the realist side, both connected by Amygdala (read corpus callosum).
Now, some humans are idealist, and others realist. Not only is a war raging b/w both sides, but within each sane person is a sort of battle going on (– known as conscience to most of us). This battle is necessary for it makes possible for a stalemate at large, but more importantly it keeps the dis-equilibrium within each person from reaching such a level that that shall result in no realism in the Yin, and no idealism in the Yang, o/w k.a madness.
Even though power or money is a realist’s wet dream, it is the idealism that keeps urging us on to accumulate more, and even though pure realism constantly ask: to what end, idealism can reply my n⏀ ought to be the most powerful, or my 3 grandchildren the happiest people on Eth.
He then moved onto how all of Bacon’s knowledge was a-nothing compared to the pleasure bestowed by the Siren’s song upon its listeners, and that Wallace’s wheel-chair Samurais had somehow come to know its composition, and, of course, once you possess that, you can bewitch the entire planet – all of them dancing to your tune.
Lucifer, he went on, unable to become a snake, made Eve unconscious, and when Adam returned, he found Lucifer upside down, spread-eagle, wearing racy clothes arousing Adam. Out of sheer pleasure, he later bit Lucifer – the reason for Adam’s apple + Lucifer’s going both ways of the spectrum, after an angel physician gave him the wrong prayer serum.
When asked, Adam, frightened of Divine Wrath, accused Eve of the allurement. God was more than pleased to send all three of them packing.
But Michael, what will happen in the next episode, We are already anxious. We will send Adam prophetic dreams, Eve a list of chores, and Lucifer contraception – apparently he can’t get enough of it, Sire. Please do: As indeed We hath Created Adam in Our Imago, Lucifer in Our Shadow, and Eve, but what did We Created Eve for. She is the blaming rock whereon shall be erected the edifice of humanity. Moreover, a domestic animal, which is to obey, better than any other, the commands of man, + a punching bag for the man who toil from morn till eve et receive prophetic dreams causing insomnia, is very much necessary. Yes, yes, We Remember.
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While angels did not miss the megalomaniac Lucifer, who told them that he was their rightful boss, they, however, missed the tomfoolery, the running about, the giggling, the hide et seek of Eve et Adam in the Eden.
Going down from Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, the first country they found was America.
Welcome to America, Morgenthau. Like the German Generals were able to correctly predict the course of WW1 (and ‘Billy’ Mitchell, the Second), did peering over the shoulders of Churchill et FDR gave you an inkling of the US bombing of Cambodia during what you exasperatedly call Indochina War.
Do we really know what our motives are? Do we really know that Morgenthau was actually a Realist – after all, his ℝ set admits of politics, religion, economy, even morality, but not irra⏀ality. Good luck with that Unreal chiaroscuro.
Even a feverish Wilkie Collins knew better than to have claimed that stock exchanges et Presidential Orders do not affect each other. Despite this oversight, one would have thought Prof Morgenthau that after being bent on separating the Homo politics from the rest, you would afford the same courtesy to al fields of learning, and not turn yourself into an amateur shrink, thereby opening yourself to an ad hominem attack in receiving the epithet of fool from one who surely lacks in prudence.
Your bP reminds me of Alzheimer’s disease: only when it is dead that we categorically come to know of its erstwhile existence. And of Ruskin’s Monotony (status-quo) + Change (Dynamism) = Gothic building of Power.
After accepting your ra⏀ale of imperialism et colonialism being different, permit me to say that your concept of war is more Utopian than idealism, for you 5 find justified only such wars, which are waged in order to preserve the status-quo.
Do you know Miora, why I killed chi; because I had enough of him overpowering me. A division bench of Justice Nietzsche et Justice Morgenthau ought to unanimously condemn my axn – N would see Chandala out for vengeance; M would see threatening of his beloved status-quo. It wouldn’t cross their collective mind that revaluation is essentially wearing Chandala’s Mark on your forehead, and by running away from Europe where the ascendant Nazi Party was preaching whatever was to hide away from status-quo. Once cocooned in a safe place, we can tell others:-
Status-quo is thy lot;
Worship power;
Give to the master his rights – Sado-Masochism in a new bottle made of recycled glass.
When Mona Lisa had enough of this she told Da Vinci, Ye doth NOT exist. DaV merely had to introduce inedible mushrooms, at least stale ones, into her system in Jan 1924. The rest my nurse is history.
Yes, after Tsar Alexander failed with his hot balloons – and even after Wright Bros were able to produce prototype planes.
Indeed, DaV was dead but Nietzsche had no right to utter the Truth.
And a critic in sheep clothes – hopefully writing for Christian Science Monitor – would tell us: the novel is good only to the . of its normal end, but as Ruskin had said that’s no merit at all: either the whole should be great or you shan’t publish it. Knowing she not that it is a story, for it has no character, no overarching plot, et no writer. A scribe whose Hobson’s choice is to be condemned either by remaining stoically silent or by writing nonsense.
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[Upper Margin:] Ecclesiastes 1:2: Vanity of vanities, all is vanity
But tell me why modern gener⏀ is so obsessed with cults et pseudo-religions. Even I find myself Harry or Henry of The Secret History taking a non-stop red-eye across the Universe. Is it recidivism, simply, or a post-modern fashion to doubt the doubt and then forget that it was doubt to begin with, leaving us with pure uppers et downers with no grayscale as in Themis’ hands, everybody is guilty by default; or in Paul’s hands, everybody is a sinner a priori.
From one Islamic perspective, however, it is the Universe – ad-dunia – which is to blame, for everything contained therein is filthy (w.r.t Afterlife or Heavens). This perspective is no less troublesome for us lovers than the other two, though, otherwise, it is far better to have the building, itself, reckoned blameworthy, rather than its designers et/or residents shouldering the weight.
How light it would have felt when in Tarkovsky’s film, the Wm simply disappears, leaving behind only a foggy stain, itself fast disappearing. Or, when as Wittgenstein’s Mrs relates, almost everyone disappears.
Madam, do you know about the fact that some people are irr⏀ly afraid of the symbol 8.
Of course, you know – it is always a manner of speech; a rhetorical Q requiring no ?.
I thought tactile means soft like your fingers attempting to find my vein. Why can’t he just get over with it – is it necessary to obliterate me with a sq. bracket. Tell him he is no Pharaoh either. But you can’t listen to me for I have no mouth either. Or no language except Linear B. How can
[Upper Margin:] Indeed, no Vanitas profited its poor painter; they were so concerned with our well-being in the Afterlife that they made Vanitas through painting materials received in charities: No food, please, just give us jet black et No 7 brush.
you know that language came from Netherland – not das Nedarlanden, where another language, legalese, took shape in order to justify that n⏀’s hot pursuit upon high seas:
Capital V small i i colon Whereas Christine Laggard is guilty comma in order to preserve statushyphenquo comma we comma the honorable judges of this our court of law comma hereby sentence the accused to continue her job stop
And none can dare to appeal such marvelous piece of judgment.
Or when the US decided to bribe the ICJ:
Deliver just any darn decision will ya; we can veto it so just get over with it.
And how comma pray comma you shall pay stutter a sum comma you know comma worthy of our personage stop
We will sell the telegram Lincoln sent to USS Lincoln during the Civil War. The proceeds from the auction will be sent to Cayman Is, where a clerk will misplace it into a fake a/c of a drug dealer, who will promptly send us a shipment of you know what, which we will sell to those who can’t get skin cancer or stretch their legs on Miami beach.
I take it comma you are stating a hypothetical series of fortunate events stop
Of course, of course, we can’t take the law into our hands, now can we.
Let us shake hands on this deal stop
Was it necessary to spit.
Do not turn yourself into Bernard Sanders comma just do it stop
Who is this guy.
All in good time stop –Dolphin Jest, Reader’s Digest special issue, Nov 1927.
Why, Madam, can’t you read to me from a different hymn-book.
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one should remain silent.
You know that a single sentence can never be or become Truth, the Whole Truth, nothing but the Truth.
(an expert exposed the fact that how sexual desire is embedded within product names: s/ex or i – you desire what you see with your eye – are used to boost product sells, not unlike how colonial or crusade leaders would send a foot-soldier on a hot pursuit of exotic chicks in Indies or Paradis, all i.o.2 rename an Isl to your reigning monarch’s name – s wv ur flag.)
Even God had to turn Self into a weather-vane and wrote Holy Book upon Holy Book, otherwise I AM ought to have sufficed – the sum of all Truth.
You cannot hear but BC Lara needed Claudia Umpiérrez to tell him that he was out by virtue of LBW.
The reason my Story is so wayward – and I have to become an amateur ornitholoquent [MAK3] to steady my course a bit – is b/c the main vein, Sonderweg, of my leaf is missing. I am culprit.
There was a time, when Natasha or Z. as she was called by the class teacher was my mate, my dear sweetheart. Our eyes inter-locked, our knees joined. Seeing us like that somebody suggested, get married, you two. I thought: all in good time.
But McDonald’s knew not that before FIFA returns to greener pastures, Xi Dada the Poo will be our decal.
Based on losers’ hypothesis, The Netherlands is supposed to win the next World Cup.
Here I am, this is me … waiting for double rod to obey Poincaré Recurrence Theorem, Circadian Rhythm, Kondratieff Cycle, Brand new Movie but Same old Scene, that Summer of ’69 to repeat itself. And it did; only she was chi’s secretary. And I was gin in the gin-soaked boy, eating my cherries. Fin.
Notes on text:-
[MAK ⏀ ] = (a)tion
al = other; bP = Balance of Power; b/c = because; b/w = between;
o/w k. a = otherwise known as; i.o.2 = in order to
red digits are referencing page numbers in the original manuscript.
[MAK1]sic
[MAK2]no comma.
[MAK3]sic
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