security in the time zone, or the age of security

[Eulenspiegel7646 at aol.com]

"I often wonder approximately how old a particular p-lister is. Especially
when they first appear. A lot of times they'll leave a clue in their first
post.  Other times not, even after many posts. Hard to interpret people who
don't drop a few age hints. Can't be sure what language group to put them
in, so don't know sometimes quite what they are saying.  This may seem
strange to some people."

You should never seek to know this.  It is the ultimate forbidden knowledge.  
God help you.  I'm barely holding on to my sanity myself, thinking of things 
like this.  In my incarnation as Terrance, I often spew tiresome bits of 
prose.
When I was Quail, I flew through the forest taunting the hawks and doves.  As 
Barbara, I actually changed my sex, somewhat in the manner of Virginia Woolf, 
but who the hell is afraid of her.  Woolf, that is.  As far as Barbara, be 
afraid, be very afraid.  Orlando asked me how the plot was turning.  I 
referred him to Slothrop.  In an age in which Bob Dylan can't even get past 
security at his own concerts, any goddam thing is possible.  But I digress.  
The bell is ringing.  God be with ye.

Manfred von Richthofen   

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