A Devine Tragedy, Abnegation, Anxiety, Arrogance, automatons, beings, bowels, brothers, Brothers of Personnel, Capitulation, Captain, chariots, Cloistered, Corona, corsairs, Craps, creative man, Creativity, dark of night, Dice, doom, dungeons, Education, equines, Ever Onward, Failure, Frederich Nietzsche, Gluttony, Human bodies, labor, loathing, lust, Machinations, Mail Call, Mankind, measuring devices, Mess hall, Microcomputers, misery, money changers, Money Lenders, Mortared Walls, Nepotism, Originality, Overman, Panoptics, Passion, Perseverance, Personnel, Petier Bruegel the Elder, Pharisees, Phenomena, Poker, Pride, Priest of Personnel, repeated spasms, revelry, searching, Secret Society, seeking, Self Respect, Shylocks, sisters, sloth, smoke, Snake Eyes, spouses, sweat, tax collectors, tears, the body, The Horses, the mind, the seducer, The Seven Somambulists, The State, Time Clocks, Toil, tools, triumph, trumpets, truth, underman, vengeance, vipers, walking wounded, wisdom, Wrath, Zombie
The aggregations of small fish made “erping” sounds of joy. They traveled throughout the Sea telling the aggregates of other fish;
“Let us consolidate. Let us consolidate.”
Three times before the rooster fish crowed;
“Let us consolidate.”
Masses and masses of aggregates of small fish gathered near the large fish.
“How do we consolidate?” they asked.
“How do we avoid the whims of the Sea? How do we avoid Its lack of mercy?”
And the big fishes answered “My mouth is large and my stomach is even larger. I will open my mouth and you can make your home there and within my stomach.”
Thus spoke the larger fishes.
The small fish squeaked and squealed with joy. They were not squeamish at the thoughts of entering the large fish. The turned and squirmed until all squeezed in. It was not long before their joyful noises were squelched. The large fishes’ stomachs squegged and all was quiet except for the sque-teague weakfish. They were too lazy to even conceive or consider consenting to the concept of consolidation.
Making the grand concession they simply emitted an “O my!” “O my!” And on the third “O my!” they were also promptly gobbled up by the larger fishes.
Fred spoke thusly;
“Let me the hell out of here!”
And he flew away, flew away, all the way home.
Once out of the reach of the magnetic pull of Sea he settled down for a full year in his cave.
He knapped contracts with others and cleaned up the cave.
Tomorrow: “On the Beginning of the End”