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--------------------------------------------------------------------- SHANGRI-LA PAG 13 --------------------------------------------------------------------- er... 'purges'. What about these "fascists?" "Oh, I'm afraid I know very little of them sir. They operate exclusively in Europe, away outside of my sphere of knowledge." "I see," -- dryly. "Well, young man, will you have a cigarette? There is no fire in the existence you are about to enter. Smoke up." Specs offered a pack of cigarettes. "Oh no, thank you just the same, but I don't smoke. But my curiosity prompts me to ask a question. I thought that in there all was paradise. Do you mean to say you are not allowed to smoke in there?" "Young man!", snapped white-beard, "just who said you were going in there?" "Why... why... you sir. You said there was no fire where I was going, so obviously I am not destined for.....you know, down there! Where else is there left to go?" "Have you ever heard of Limbo?" "Limbo, sir?" Jonathan was puzzled. "Seems to me I have. What of it?" "Well, punk, that's your destination. We won't have hide nor hair of you in here, and his nibs down there threatened revolution if we sent you down to him; the answer is Limbo, Son, the answer is you just ain't worth a damn nowhere. Limbo is your fate---" ---and so saying he yanked a lever, a section of cloud opened under Jonathan Q. Fann and with a well placed kick to propel him, he fell feet first down a black shute. After him came the sarcasm of the old man above: "Next time chump, don't be so damn perfect, and maybe we'll let you in either of the two better-known places." FINIS POLARIS PAUL FREEHAFER BLACKER HOUSE CALTECH - PASADENA
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--------------------------------------------------------------------- SHANGRI-LA PAG 13 --------------------------------------------------------------------- er... 'purges'. What about these "fascists?" "Oh, I'm afraid I know very little of them sir. They operate exclusively in Europe, away outside of my sphere of knowledge." "I see," -- dryly. "Well, young man, will you have a cigarette? There is no fire in the existence you are about to enter. Smoke up." Specs offered a pack of cigarettes. "Oh no, thank you just the same, but I don't smoke. But my curiosity prompts me to ask a question. I thought that in there all was paradise. Do you mean to say you are not allowed to smoke in there?" "Young man!", snapped white-beard, "just who said you were going in there?" "Why... why... you sir. You said there was no fire where I was going, so obviously I am not destined for.....you know, down there! Where else is there left to go?" "Have you ever heard of Limbo?" "Limbo, sir?" Jonathan was puzzled. "Seems to me I have. What of it?" "Well, punk, that's your destination. We won't have hide nor hair of you in here, and his nibs down there threatened revolution if we sent you down to him; the answer is Limbo, Son, the answer is you just ain't worth a damn nowhere. Limbo is your fate---" ---and so saying he yanked a lever, a section of cloud opened under Jonathan Q. Fann and with a well placed kick to propel him, he fell feet first down a black shute. After him came the sarcasm of the old man above: "Next time chump, don't be so damn perfect, and maybe we'll let you in either of the two better-known places." FINIS POLARIS PAUL FREEHAFER BLACKER HOUSE CALTECH - PASADENA
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