Thursday, May 29, 2008

Department of Fish & Teeth


There is a man- and nobody will admit to having bagged him in the immediate aftermath- who insists that it is possible to grow the sections we need. One can't tell from the few blurred photographs available just what it is he is doing. Nor can the few pages of his notes to survive the death by Tallboy of the construction tunnels be made to fit any existing pattern of research. The mind seeks to make links, of course, and cannot help but wonder at possible connexions with the reports of one's own eyes and ears to the effect that at least some of the last of the the die-hards to surrender could only be described as factory-made. Which is enough to remind us that each of them- the ones brought under close arrest to the Institution- had a wallet in the inside pocket of his service tunic. And that each wallet contained the same photo of the same girl.

2 Comments:

Blogger kellie said...

Oh, she gets around.

11:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

She's travelled the world - loved by everyone - and she's mine, all mine.

11:11 PM  

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