James goes to the dogs

[Robin Landseadel]

How's about "Bi-Polar Realism"?

I know, I know, it's a self-contradiction in terms—whatchcacall these  
intellectually self-immolating phrases? See, like after paranoia &  
anti-paranoia comes gnosis, & then metagnosis. With Gnosis, a light  
bulb goes off in your head—A HUGE FUCKIN' NEON BULB SPELLING OUT IN   
HOT MELTED HELIOTROPE———

						that sez—

		———THIS— IS —IT— ! —! —! —! —!—

. . . witch kinda gets ya into looking at any kinda conspiracy thread  
ya can get yer little mitts on.  Acid can do it, wouldn't ya know.

But after all is said and done, you're left with John F. Kennedy's  
sober observation: Where's there's smoke, there's a smoke making  
machine." Conversely "Where there's smoke, there's work," as the fab  
four or five [have always seriously wondered if Pynchon was the fifth  
"crazy guy"] crazy guys have already figured out.

Ahem . . .

Anyway, just remember remember this:

	At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily

	writing in his note-book, cackled out `Silence!' and read out

	from his book, `Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile

	high to leave the court.'

	

	Everybody looked at Alice.

	`I'm not a mile high,' said Alice.

	`You are,' said the King.

	`Nearly two miles high,' added the Queen.

	`Well, I shan't go, at any rate,' said Alice: `besides, that's not a

	regular rule: you invented it just now.'

	`It's the oldest rule in the book,' said the King.

	`Then it ought to be Number One,' said Alice.

	The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily.