Dodgy Propositions

[Seymour Landnau]

For it is indeed Iceland spar, that crazy calcite, what not only reveals
the architecture of dreams but also renders the Sfinciuno Itinerary
readable.  And here is another good example of the theory that the Author
associates elevated frequencies or heightened states of consciousness with
madness.  Not only does the process of the specialized form of cartography
drive one noodles, it may also be a prerequisite to the mapmaking.  Or,
more to the point, *realizing* the awareness of the Mapmaker--

There was a certain family called the Sfincuini kicked out of Venetian
dogedom who made their own subsequent, secret silken trade route into Inner
Asia, ostensibly a market-to-power route, but in actuality quite possibly a
route to the High City Itself, to Shambhala.

Shortly after their arrival in Venice the Chums are rather closely surveyed
by Russian Padzhinoff and his airship, who earlier on had materialized in
the Arctic to warn the chumiwans to steer clear of Vormance and his flying
boat.  Paddy's appearance drives the chumiwans to distraction as they
ponder if, and how, and why, the Hierarchy is giving them their orders but
also Paddy his orders..?

The muscle and late Ottoman taxman Clive Crouchmas takes Lew to a
mathematicians' pub where they meet the taroted and possibly parroted
Professor Renfrew, who's voice seems to come from somewhere else.  Renfrew
hires Lew to bring the Gentleman Bomber to him, not, apparently, due to any
actions (gassings) the Bomber may be taking (gassing) to impede the
Profressor's north hemispheric domination, but because the Bomber is Mrs.
Renfrew's lover.  This employment makes Lew a type of double agent, spying
for both TWIT and Renfrew, though he knows not truly in what capacity
either.

Couchmas complains about the "precognitive talent" of TWIT, but after the
Grand Cohen middle239 offers him a terrifik summary of the hardships of
enlightenment, Clive decides, wisely, to stick with it.

For his birthday my old pal Lew's tweeker friends the N.s take him for a
visit to the far-out chemist Coombs De Bottle's lair, where, while the N's
run amok ingesting what they can, which is at least some of everything, Lew
learns of the cricket star lately coined the Gentleman Bomber...
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