Friday tenf sept innit twentyfourteen, said a wholehearted
American.
Let them infer.
A bold and majestic objective
‘But’, Admiral Andrews supposed,
‘if they are to infer, then the message from which they are intended to infer,
must be a bloody good one.”
“What about instruction?” said Bob.
“So long as
the instruction is sufficiently inspirational in its demonstration,” considered
quickly the Admiral, “instruction is fine.”
“Nevertheless,”
avidly added Andrews, “with the big insights and inspirations and whatnot, they
must infer.”
“Why’s that?”
queried Bob.
“It’s more
exciting that way,” he stated, simply.
“And prithee
tell me why,” commanded Bill.
“Because
the light that lives around the truth will last forever in such specific
instances of epiphanic wonder.”
His words
were so reassuring that all that were present, spontaneously spiralled into
somersaults of delight; which made everyone laugh, of course.
So
gratefully reassured by the Admiral’s world of words was Bob, that he continued
in exaltation unto the Radio Station, whereupon he said a bright hello to the
security guard, who was rapping, impersonationing and inflexing with
daytime-shift-joy, not to mention admirably wanton oblivion.
Why did he say ‘doth’ not 'does'?
Becuz Mecuz Becuz
Da wundaful wizzie of
…What you starin’ at bruv?
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