Nostrils of Narcussus-X whisper silent songs of dirigible dance.
Do none mourn the mockingbird? Shall no one mock the roc? Mockable roc: flightless in physics, yet mighty in myth. And myth takes are likely unless the manual is thoroughly read.
Manuel! Servant of Fawlty, native of Spain, student of English and eager to learn.
To learn, perchance to think: aye, that's the rub. For in that learning comes sleep deep as death. You'd think they'd have better air conditioning in those classrooms.
Classrooms. Narcissus-X has known classrooms. Desks in columns under rectilinear array of acoustic accouterments in planar alignment: softening sound, dulling thought. Drone of the pedant, patiently plodding through pastures of preferences. Ostentatious offerings of overtilled fields of study.
The whisper.
Narcissus-X hears the whisper.
Hears the silent whisper.
Nostrils of Narcussus-X whisper silent songs of dirigible dance. Thought's dirigible dance carries Narcissus-X to - What?
No matter.
For Narcissus-X follows the silently whispered song.
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