It was apparent that this Metcalf guy was getting nowhere in
his inquisitions. He seemed like a man without a
purpose.
I could see Lethem's sinister grin behind everything.
Over-written sentences were everywhere like spiders on a
fruit cake - and I've never liked fruit cake. The jokes were
fresh from getting out of a sour. They oozed of old booze. Or
drugs, actually. I'm known for getting some myself, but when
someone dwells in them, I turn my head.
I did try to communicate with Lethem for a couple of days. I
asked him to elaborate, but he never got around to it. He
didn't seem to care for the plot, either. It was like reading
a Prather on a very bad day. And a very bad hour of the very
bad day. And a very a bad minute of the very bad hour of the
very.. you know what I mean.
I got bored. And I got bored fast.
Juri
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