The Homunculus Flunks the Touring Test (ibid)

[ergo sum]

Enter Exit.


Early the next morning the Bishop was called out of the rectory. So much had transpired that it seemed almost senseless to begin again. Tales of tournaments and jousts were replete with heroes and devils. Recounting them seemed like 10 hail Mary's and a few mea culpas. You could say it until you were blue in the face but it would do no good.

Once upon a time before the second dwarf war and the coming of the Count de Churak the island was victim to a strange climatic variance in which flooding was not unusual and drought occurred on a regular basis. No one seemed to know from one season to the next if raincoats and galoshes, would be the craze or bikinis and suntan lotion were in need.

It was during this period often referred to by historians as the age of disinformation that periodic references to George Orwell and Horace’s sex life became obscure. The French historian Rabelais wrote extensively about his stay at the Paris Hilton and his disappointment at the lack of intellectual vigor of the period. Cervantes and windmills became a major theme.