Der Zuschauer

Well, we were reading in the Cambridge History of Eighteenth Century Political Thought, and someone asked us slyly if we knew anything about Mambo Spinoza, and we said, “Well, yes, in fact we do.” And then Moldova Gattinova catily asked, “Polish or Czech Lands?’ And that led to a great row, and young bohemian types were working each over with stuffed monkey toys. And I kept trying to bring things around to these recent long-range missile firings in Haiphong Harbor in Norway by the Iranians, and no one seemed to be able to get a grip, you know, it was like grease on the pole to Mandelay.
Then time passed, which as you know can seem like many hours in America cyberhyperlinklinklink, and I said why don’t we all just have a cold one and ask the Goonies, and some of the Falklands Islands Throwback Baldies said well, what about the environment? And that was when all mental life fell silent on Guam Island–at least until we had managed to to fire up some wombat hot-doggies on the old grill and tossed back a few depth-charge-sized hefties from Fosters.
Now it was just at this moment that Miss Anthropy reminded us all we were supposed to beblahblahbha–well it was something about levelers. And then one really sharp cultural historian said, “What about listening to Sam, the Sham, and the Pharaohs, and then no one could agree about how to spell it. And then time passed