Wednesday, June 11, 2003
"Ha!" said I, grinning broadly from ear to jaw. The doctor appeared unpleased with this configuration. I altered it to a more pleasing form, choosing Left Nostril-to-Tonsil over the wildly famous Teeth via Femur, made popular in Paris. He handed me a carver's apron, saying "do as you will". I did; again he was displeased, removing his limbs from the bridge strut. "Once again sir, who are ye to be knocking at such an early hour?" His cheerful demeanor diminished and shrunk, he placed it in a snuff-lined box of finest teak. I danced wildly and swung a couple of blows.
"I am merely your humple student, seeking priceless blueprints to the 3rd Prototype!"
His ears pricked at 'humple'; had I passed the test? His countenance became like thunder; clearing to light showers with brisk winds, north by nor'east. His meteorlogical display struck me sideways; beside myself, I ambled horizontally until I was whole. Far off, strains of Flemish piano were carried northward, causing famine. I knew I should speak, I was tiring rapidly.
"I apologize for my mistake, I have a Flemish cold. Will you give me entry?"
He did so, and pinning me to the divan with his middle fingers his ears pricked again. I knew I had lost this round. I resolved to continue my former address in an attempt to confuse him.
"I am merely your humple student, seeking priceless blueprints to the 3rd Prototype!"
Once more, his ears pricked. Noting this in my diary, I countered his grasp with a Lurhmann Spin, scattering the furniture into the fireplace.
He straightened and removed his codpiece. "Well done; ye have proved your formula!" His attempt at a pirouette was thwarted by gravity; I laughed and was rewarded with beatings about the laivess-fairre (see prgp. 8).
We adjourned to his invention room; never before have I been assaulted by such mechanical imagery! Opening my eyes was positively worse; I slumped into the corner, an impossible configuration which again displeased the doctor, who yawned in disgust.
TO BE CONTINUED
"I am merely your humple student, seeking priceless blueprints to the 3rd Prototype!"
His ears pricked at 'humple'; had I passed the test? His countenance became like thunder; clearing to light showers with brisk winds, north by nor'east. His meteorlogical display struck me sideways; beside myself, I ambled horizontally until I was whole. Far off, strains of Flemish piano were carried northward, causing famine. I knew I should speak, I was tiring rapidly.
"I apologize for my mistake, I have a Flemish cold. Will you give me entry?"
He did so, and pinning me to the divan with his middle fingers his ears pricked again. I knew I had lost this round. I resolved to continue my former address in an attempt to confuse him.
"I am merely your humple student, seeking priceless blueprints to the 3rd Prototype!"
Once more, his ears pricked. Noting this in my diary, I countered his grasp with a Lurhmann Spin, scattering the furniture into the fireplace.
He straightened and removed his codpiece. "Well done; ye have proved your formula!" His attempt at a pirouette was thwarted by gravity; I laughed and was rewarded with beatings about the laivess-fairre (see prgp. 8).
We adjourned to his invention room; never before have I been assaulted by such mechanical imagery! Opening my eyes was positively worse; I slumped into the corner, an impossible configuration which again displeased the doctor, who yawned in disgust.
TO BE CONTINUED
