(A Difficult Hour)
Candy, a virtuous celibate woman who ties stool together in hours away from her father, is here to teach us some things. Candy, what are your names?
Candy Celibate Creatures Manganese Stult.
Candy, offer us in all innocence the true derivation of that, your surname.
Stult?
Stult.
Stult is the blossom on seven gables, a thousand on each actually one growing high and the next just as high, a lot of blossoms coming out of what you must know is in the Southern climes just terracotta, and even cotta the terra is nice to the blossoms. There are flowers in my land, flowers everywhere.
So the stult is a blossom.
Stult is my name and I am very fortunate to be here.
Tell us more, then, about not only your name but the other aspects of you.
There are great, vast stores of truth in the monkeying with the sorrow of knaves--get one, tie the knave down, make him shout, make him screech, then you get truth because in all honesty he isn't talking about just any burgher, he's screeching about what you might not want to hear, the plain dismal facts of the factual ways of just where he is; and, as I said, that might be too much, but there's power in knowing some things and that's what I'm all about, Candy Celibate Creatures Manganese Stult.
That's nice, that's nice, we're rolling, we're coming in for a big old excitement...
And there's solid truth to the ways things work, that too is what I'm about, and there's fact in the homing-in way of the thing, and virtue and love and this and that. But I don't want to get in the way of attraction to love or to any other thing there might be in the great, very attractive dance you're living in, the big to-and-fro, the heavy massage of dilemma into the stuff of harsh purchase on stacks....
Stacks?
The stacks we might speak of, otherwise, as things that help us through...
Help us! That is a good idea, no? For we are lacking, no? Tell us, Candy, we are lacking? And if so, why is everything so sheer and metallic these days? Are we wicked?
Yes, we are wicked, but then you know, it's only the wicked that march.
Yes, folks, it's only the wicked that march, and you're tuned to "Only the Wicked Are Marching." Next week: variety and desiccation.