of the long unawaited and narrowly acclaimed saga, Love Walks Softly.... And Carries a Big Stick
"In Which We Mourn for the Plot, Which Had Shown So Much Promise" Or “Filler Material, between the last chapter and the next” or “Why go on?” Between the time of last chapter's writing and this, which has been considerable, the tribe of Seminarians, enraged by the vicious and unnecessary attack on one of their own that took place when Rip threw open the outhouse door-- had taken advantage of their opportunity to sneak up and circle menacingly. Suddenly, they leapt out from behind rocks and trees and began chanting a war song: We attack the little town All the people fall-y down When we crack them on the crown.
All the people fall like trees Begging mercy on their knees When we threaten them with these (brandishing their tomohawks)
This may be rotten as poeima, but as logos it inspired a sort of nervous strain.
The minister tried telling a knock-knock joke to ease the tension. “KNOCK KNOCK,” he said. No one answered. “COME ON, SAY WHO’S THERE,” he boomed “Me Despisum You, Large White Man,” said an Indian. “Likun You to Overgrown Cabbage Head: We Ridicule behind back. Say many Hateful things.” An awkward pause ensued. “WELL” the minister finally offered, hoping to smooth things over, “THAT MUST BE PLEASANT FOR YOU OF AN EVENING.” “Most pleasant,” replied the Indian shortly. “We be Seminarians: Last Defenders of Truth on Earth.” Nobilette turned pale and coughed dramatically. And just at that moment, the fallen seminarian rose up from beside the outhouse, and groped his way towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder. He surveyed her with pain in his eyes. “You wear man’s clothing?” he uttered at last. Nobilette was taken aback: “Well!” she huffed. “At least I’m fully clad!” “My half-nakedness is an area of liberty,” he gasped. “Besides which, it is irrelevant to the discussion about a woman wearing man’s clothing, which arises from the text about Paul's thorn in the flesh. We know from recent critical studies by E. P. Saundbox that this is referring to the bad testimony his wife was giving him by wearing his toga when he wasn't around. Please keep your remarks in redemptive historical context.” But there was no opportunity for any more edifying remarks. The sheriff emerged out of the barn and arrested both of them. Soon to come: "Cod in the Dock: something fishy is happening in the courtroom! " Or, “In which we seek closure, and find ourselves in need of a therapist”. |
The Green Man will punish those who do not keep their remarks in redemptive historical context.