As far as Mr Helix Folt was concerned, the ship of state resembled nothing so much as a somewhat leaky tub, seaworthy enough although requiring fairly thoroughgoing patching of the hull as well as manful exertion at the pump. He found himself also partial to a second peculiar notion, namely that the foremost duty of a compassionate nature might perhaps reside in the exercise of one’s capacity, such as it was and ironically, for dispassionate analysis. On such a basis, since the conservative boatswain tended to patch the hull more thoroughly and exert himself at the pumps more manfully than did the socialist bosun or (if somewhat marginally, it must be conceded,) the social democrat bosun or any bosun of any other persuasion, it behoved Mr Helix Folt to be a conservative, and so he was a conservative. —
Helix Folt
After some minutes, the door was abruptly flung open by Ms. Gamina Droçerpyatova; having undertaken which office that estimable young lady proceeded to scowl and to slouch in the doorway in such a manner as to exhibit in its most favourable aspect, which is to say wedged into an exceedingly defining pair of yoga pants, an entirely becoming orteille de chameau. —
Gamina Dročerpyatova-Buggery
“Chill,” intoned the disembodied voice of Mr Roger Buggery nastily, “like if like the like revolutionary like vanguardist like examines like constructivist like discourse, yeah?” and here drew breath, before adding, “like chill. Like she or ze or like he is like faced with like a like choice, yeah? Chill. Like chill. Like either like accept like fuckin’ like neodialectic like desublimation, yeah? Or like conclude that like fuckin’ like class, like perhaps like surprisingly, like has like objective like value, yeah?” and here drew breath, before adding, “chill. Like it could like be like said - yeah? - that like the like subject is like contextualised into like a like power relation that like includes like fuckin’ like culture as like a like reality, yeah? Chill. Like chill, yeah? Like the like main like theme of this like analysis of like bourgeois fuckin’ aesthete like capitalist like theory - yeah? - is like the like paradigm of like subsemiotic like fuckin’ like class, yeah?” and here drew breath before concluding, vey nastily, with “peace.” —
Mr Roger Buggery
There happened to be to hand as on previous occasions the catalogue of muses having Mr Roger Buggery as their managing agent, there being so vey many of the dear creatures whom gentlemen of the Marxist, Leninist and Maoist persuasions found it expedient to maintain. Ms. Gamina Droçerpyatova picked up and commenced an idle perusal of this document, which as the diligent student will recall featured upon its cover a photograph of Ms. Gamina Droçerpyatova herself in an alarmingly frank not to say primitive pose, which she promptly replicated, drawing her knees up to her chin so as to afford Mr Helix Folt a perfectly splendid re-presentation, of her orteille de chameau. —
The catalogue of muses
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