Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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*****************Feb. 9, 1943(c), Bali Hai Club, Darwin************* Hirsute man, appears thristy: <walks up to bar> Darwin Antipersonel Bomb please. Man in fine linen slacks: You're going to vomit, you crazy SOB. Hirsute man, appears thristy: I don't care. Man in fine linen slacks: You have always had a carefree insouciance about you, Yossarian Hirsute man, appears thristy: Yeah, that's me, insouciant. I had a rough flight. Went back to that seance for my dad. Man in fine linen slacks: Oh yeah? How did it go? Father Kerkorian treat you right. Hirsute man, appears thristy: Yes, yes he did. Though, I think he may have been suffering from cognitive dissonance. With the seance thing, I mean. Not exactly orthodoxy. Man in fine linen slacks: Damn, Yossarian! "cognitive dissonance". You should copyright that or something. It's the vow of poverty thing. I sent him a case of Cognac from our time in New Scotland. Hirsute man, appears thristy: Yeah, well it worked. Pops thinks "Oz" is a metaphysical realm, but the Padre is going to forward his letters. Man in fine linen slacks: You mean you didn't talk to him? Hirsute man, appears thristy: No, not yet. I worry about his ticker. I figure learning your son is not dead but half-alive, half-dead in some metaphysical plane is enough for one day. Man in fine linen slacks: What's the cover story for the mail getting through? Hirsute man, appears thristy: Air mail. Man in fine linen slacks: Ah, nice. Hirsute man, appears thristy: Say, I disovered some islands. Man in fine linen slacks: Well that deserves a DAB. Nice going Vasco! Hirsute man, appears thristy: Vasco? Man in fine linen slacks: de Gama. Hirsute man, appears thristy: Oh, yeah. About 350 miles East of Christchurch. Pretty good size too. Man in fine linen slacks: <lowers voice> The Chathams. Keep it down. Hirsute man, appears thristy: You mean you know about them? But they aren't on the map. Man in fine linen slacks: Yes, that's the whole idea. Hirsute man, appears thristy: What do you mean, that's the whole idea? What about commerce? What about medicines? Man in fine linen slacks: It is a choice they made. They chose to not be part of the war. They bought the non-dsiclosure rider from M&M cartography. Hirsute man, appears thristy: <pauses in amazement...then downs the fulinating drink> I'll be damned.
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