Auld Archie and Mickey’s dad, sobered by the fresh emergency, have arrived with plenty on their minds. Calculus is here too! Calculus entering a café is really quite unprecedented. Never have i seen him so fired with emotion. Came down from the mountain in the Rover, bringing Koockie and the Moroccan rug that has so transfixed Sulanna Tribe’s temperamental drummer. This situation is most strange. To be in a café with my fellow Kommunards, acting (drinking) like normals… partaking in mercantile society as respectable passive consumers! Next thing you know, we’ll be seeking diversions and speculating on what next to buy; what e-games to play; what items of clothing to wear… classic displacement activities so as to avoid thinking.
-There is a plan,’ says Auld Archie.
Sabotage, i bet. Auld Archie reiterates the threat.
– You think the school drone is a bad, preying on privacy. Well this giant Johnnie will be a hundred times worse. And the cameras on it will certainly be in good working order.
Calculus intercedes.
– Josef A has a big celebration planned for its inauguration. So my gypsy buddy says. A birthday party with hundreds of replica hot air balloons released en masse.
Everybody is aghast to learn of such news, but i do not share the others’ eagerness when it comes to hearing what kind of response Calculus will recommend. i have no desire whatsoever to listen to what he will say. Can’t even bring myself to look at my granddad such is the disdain i feel.
i’d been expecting to read a thinly disguised manifesto of anarchy and socialist belief systems, certainly not the portrait of a camel! i’d assumed the mind of Calculus was busy penetrating the depths of Keynesian market theory when in reality it had been pre-occupied by Germaine’s food intake!
Hang on…
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