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Let him make his speech, Julie said.Yesterday you said no.
I was in a fouler mood yesterday. Today I am in a fairer mood.
Thats iing, Thomas said. How do you do that?
I ignore sea, she said, let him make his speech.
Thomas turo the Dead Father.
Would you like to make your speeow?
I have prepared some remarks, said the Dead Father. Remarks which are perhaps not without pertinency.
Thomas gathered together the men and Emma.
The men stood in a ragged half circle. The een. Edmund with his hand on his back pocket, where the flask was. Emma at oip of the crest, Julie at the other.
The Dead Father stepped forward and assumed his speaking position, a kind of forwardly lean.
All the men lighted cigarettes. Julie lighted a cigarette as did Emma.
The Dead Father placed the tips of the fingers of his two hands together.
In sidering, he said, insidering insidering insidering the additionally arriving human beings annually additionally arriving human beings each produg upon its head one huhousand9９ｌib? individual hairs some retained and some discarded -- All the men sat down and began talking to each other. In plating I say these additionally arrived human beings not provided for by anticipatory design hocus or pocus and thus problematical, we must reliably extend a set of ever-advang speeding poised lingering or dwelling pattern behaviors suffit unto the day or adequate until the ime. Given the existence of the ime, anticipatory design neurosis designs for iion of the until-then-threatening non-self-requested experience of life and sweet, sweet variable stresses and flows to carry inward and inwardize if rain floods fires earthquakes tornadoes do not occur as predicted but look out of the window and see how dark the sky, how bold the wind, how whipped the trees, how gravitational the red falling skinripping rooftiles not provided for by anticipatory design fury preallotted to the distinuance of sciousness known as sleep, let us pray. Tensionally cohered universe here today and goomorrow finity inward and finity outward and ever-advang speeding poised lingering or dwelling particles in waveful duality and progressive ceptioning and Fathers Day interface with holistic behaviors ued by parts such as you, me, them, and we, and I, and he, and she, and it. These, assigned by a static or "at rest" analysis to super series of uable mathematical frequencies posed of plementary and reciproumbers found in cyclidling of experie necessarily promised by variable geographidle limitations, but sometimes, as in the song at twilight when the lights are low and the flickering shadows softly e and go, to multidynamically blossom or burst forth iy or pain and pre- and postnatal . . . disappois . . . appropriate trial balaruck. . . as to what might be. . . in the best case. . . however. However. Given the already-secreted true experience of the regeively-evolving prehensive world-design effainst fire flood pestilence violent atmospheric disturband providieen cubic feet of air per minute per person free of toxic or disagreeable odors or dust, or malice, we feel that metals broadly speaking and syiarrowly speaking will interlink into tinuously improving world-aroura-corporeal works, works within whily individual mas himself as an i island of physical distinuity sad to say, sad to say, physical distinuity and torpor, total velocities of whiown practices h<samp></samp>ave proved ie to solve. Given however all-over pensatory design despair such as is known to you and known to me, and freakiness, and bearing in mind push-pull as prior to and above all, and disregarding those whose larger pattern security is challenged or threatened by these systematically pulsing alternations, we project your existence here as possibly tolerable within tolerances of .01, .02, and .03, given up-tooling of social engineerira-geic razzle post-partum reprepositioning and I spy. Thank you.
The Dead Father waited for the applause.
A storm of applause from the men!
Thank you, the Dead Father said, thank you.
Prolonged and fervent applause. Whistles. Stamping of feet. Waving of handkerchiefs (the women).
Thank you. Thank you.
A wonderful speech, said Thomas.
A marvelous speech, said Julie, would you autograph my program.
Thank you, said the Dead Father, of course.
Quite extraordinary, said Emma, what did it mean?
Thank you, said the Dead Father, it meant I made a speech.
Beautifully done, said Thomas, are you free for lunch?
Thank you, said the Dead Father, I think so.
Julie was wiping the Dead Fathers brow, with her handkerchief.
A long time since Ive heard anything like it, she said, a very long time, not since my student days in fact.
Thank you, said the Dead Father.
The men loved it, said Thomas.
Yes, said the Dead Father.
Positively on the edge of my chair, said Emma, figuratively speaking.
Thank you, said the Dead Father, it isser all right.
Enough! said Julie.
Why is it, asked the Dead Father, that alone among the members of this party I am not allowed to be filthy-mouthed?
Because you are an old fart, she said, and old farts must be notably of mouth in order to mitigate the disgustingness of being old farts.
The Dead Father lunged against his cable.
Look how the red is rising to his top, Emma observed.
The Dead Father burst off down the road, his cable trailing.
He is going to do it again, said Thomas.
They followed at a rapid pace.
They found the Dead Father standing in a wood, slaying. First he slew a snowshoe rabbit cleaving it in twain with a single blow and then he sleiny aer and then he slew two rusty numbats and then whirling the great blade round and round his head he slew a wallaby and a lemur and a trio of ouakaris and a spider monkey and a on squid. Then moving up and down the green path in his rage he dispatched a macaque and a gibbon and fourscore i chillas who had been standing idly by watg the great slaughter. Then he rested standing with the point of his sword stu the earth and his two hands folded upon the hilt. Then he again as if taken by a fit set about the bloody work slaying a prairie dog and a beaver and a gopher and a dingo and a honey badger and an otter and a house cat and a tapir and a piglet. Then his anger grew and he called for a brand of eveer weight ah which was brought him by a metaphorically present gillie and seizing it with his two fine-formed and noble hands he raised it above his head, and every living thing within his reach trembled and every dead thing within his reach remembered how it got that way, and the very trees of the wood did seem to shrink and step away. Then the Dead Father slew a warthog and a spotted fawn and a trusting sheep and a young goat and a marmoset and two greyhounds and a draghound. Then, kig viciously with his noble and shapely foot at the piles of the slain, raw and sticky corpses dreng the earth in blood on every side, he cleared a path to a group of staring pelis slig the soft white thin necks of them from the bodies in the wink of ahen he slew a cassowary and a flamingo and a grebe and a heron and a bittern and a pair of ducks and a shouting peacod a dang e and a bustard and a lily-trotter and, wiping the sacred sweat from his brow with one ermirimmed sleeve, slew a wood pigeon and a cockatoo and a tawny owl and a snowy owl and a magpie and three jackdaws and a crow and a jay and a dove. Then he called for wine. A silver flagon was brought him and he dowhe whole of it in one draught looking the while out of the er of his ruby eye at a small iguaed in terrainst the limb of a tree. Theossed the silver flagon into the arms of a supposititious cupbearer sousing the cupbearers hypothetical white tunic with the red of the (possible) wine and split the iguana into two halves with the point of his sword as easily as one skilled in the mystery fillets a fish. Then the Dead Father resumed his sword work in ear slaying diverse small animals of every kind, so that the heaps moueaming to the right and to the left of him with each passioep. A toad escaped.
Heavy work, the Dead Father said, looking pleased. See how many!
Thomas was colleg the carcasses of the edible.
See how many! the Dead Father said again.
Truly formidable, Julie said, to please him. Sword play of this quality has not been seen sihe days of Frithjof, La, Paracelsus, Rogeral, Otuel, Ogier the Dane, Rinaldo, Oliver, Roll the Thrall, Haco I, and the Chevalier Bayard.
Rather good I think, said the Dead Father, for an old man.
His smoking whinyard wiped upon the green grass.
Emmas gaze (admiring).
See how long it is, the Dead Father said, and how limber.
He cut a few figures in the air with it: quinte, sixte, septime.
And now, lunch, Julie said.
She produced from the knapsack a ablecloth and a new seating plan.
I have beeed, in the arras! the Dead Father exclaimed.
Temporary happiness of the Dead Father.
And I, relegated, Thomas said. He gave Julie a straight look.
Julie returhe straight look.
The Dead Father reached for Julies bare toe.
Please release my toe.
The Dead Father tio grasp the toe.
Toe, he said, now theres an iing word. Toe. Toe. Toe. Toe. Toe. A veiny toe. Red lines on toe. Suct toe. Suct, suct toe. Suct suct suct --
The Dead Father placed the toe in his mouth.
Thomas rapped the Dead Father sharply in the forehead, across the cloth.
Toe fell from the mouth. The Dead Father clutched his forehead.
You have rapped the Father, he said between moans. Again. You should not rap the Father. You must not rap the Father. You ot rap the Father. Striking the sacred and holy Father is an offense of the gravest nature. Striking the noble, wise, all-giving Dead Father is --
Mrebe? Julie asked.
Is there mustard? Thomas asked.
I.
Have the troops fed themselves? Julie asked.
Thomas peered up the road. Cooking fires were visible.
They are eatiy, he said, because they know what is ahead.
What is ahead? asked the Dead Father.
The Wends, Thomas said.
The Wends? What are they?
They are what is ahead.
What is peculiar about them? the Dead Father asked.
They dont like us.
He lifted his hand and rotated it languidly, representing negligend of-no-sequence.
Dont like us? Why is that?
First, because ></samp> are armed and alien walkers through their domains. Sed, because you are, in one of your aspects, a gigantid strange and awe-inspiring object.
I do inspire awe, said the Dead Father. Better than anybody. A lifetime of it. Did I not once rule the Wends?
You did, you did, said Thomas, with an iron hand.
How is it I rule them no longer?
It is because you are slipping into the starry starry night, Julie said, together with all your works and pomps. Rule of the Wends was taken away from you in 1936.
It will be a hot thing, probably, Thomas said. Toud go.
How many of them are there?
o a million, at the last sus.
How many of us are there?
Twenty-three, Thomas said. ting Edmund.
Groan from Julie.
Thomas, said the Dead Father, let us ge the subject. We talk about something iing, giraffes for example. Or you explain yourself. It is always iing to hear someone explaining himself.
Let us talk about giraffes, said Thomas, when I explain myself I tend to stutter. Of course I dont know a great deal about giraffes. They are said to be very intelligent. They have beautiful eyes. They have beautiful eyelashes. Tongues extend to twenty inches. Not much of a maerrific base of the neck. Low fluttering voice. Faster than a horse and travel longer dista speed. beat lion in fight using hooves unless lios lucky. Herds running from twenty to thirty are not unon each taining several males but many more females.
Thomas paused.
Only old males are excluded and live in isolation, he said.
I am offended, said the Dead Father. Again.
Then we wont talk about giraffes any more, Thomas said, I will instead explain myself.
I will give you the short form, Thomas said, the basic datatata. I was bbbbbbborn twice-twenty-less-one years ago in a great city the very city in fact from which we have subtracted you. As a new creature on the earth I was of course sent to school where I did reasonably well except where I did reasonably badly. As a child I had the necessary siesses seriatim a pox here a measle there broke a bone now and then just to keep in step with the others blacked an eye and had an eye blacked now and then just to keep in step with the others. I then proceeded to higher education as it is called and was educated upon by a team of masked gowned and scrubbed specialists, top performers every o had been decided that I would be educated up to the height of two meters and this was done over a ppppppperiod of. , my valesce which ent as was right and proper and natural and good in military service chiefly in far parts and strange climes, learning there how to salute and stamp my foot at the same time in the English ay, a skill that has been endlessly useful to me ever since. Also a certain amount of trug, a skill that has been endlessly useful to me ever since. Also how to make friends with the mess sergeant, a skill that et cetera et cetera. Also how to dig a latrine wherein one may spend many happy and productive hours as have we all reading the great Robert Burto, I returo the educational arena and studied one of the sort-of sces, sociology to be precise, but quickly learhat I had no talent for it. Nn, wishing with all my heart and all my soul to be true to the aspirations and prefabrications of my geion the boys of 34 to be precise, I married. Oh, did I marry. I married and married and married moving from edy to farce to burlesque with lightsome heart. Oh joy oh bliss oh joy oh bliss. When the bliss had blistered and the smoke had cleared I found that I had fathered, but only onota bea behen a period of what I only describ as vacy. During this period I spent muy time watg single-engine aircraft practig stalls and hoping that an engine would fail so that I could see the crash. None ever did. After this I prepared to reehe main-scream of ercial life. Superbly equipped as I was for nothing-in-particular, I fitted myself into the slot "Navaho lawgiver" but this was a flop because first I am not a Navaho and sed there are as you know no Navahos in our try. Pity. I was ra<s></s>ther good at ting. Then I did a bit of poag. Poached trout from gover hatcheries, mostly, sorry disestimable work which dddddid nothing to raise the low esteem in which the anism held itself. I was back where I had started, in low esteem. I the some several years in a monastery, but was ejected for ing too much of the product, a very fine ac. Then I began to read philosophy.
And what did philosophy teach you? asked the Dead Father.
It taught me that I had no talent for philosophy, said Thomas, bbbbbbut --
But what?
But I think everyone should have a little philosophy, Thomas said. It helps, a little. It helps. It is good. It is about half as good as music.
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