Clay Pigeon
Gold Meritorious Patron
A young woman was speaking of people carping; so and so carping to such and such, such and so carping on the deck, A, B and C carping in the hall. She had full uncoifed dark hair, fierce ice cube blue eyes, tall and buxom, slim waist and a pelvic arrangement classically reminiscent of a lyre.
Normally Ron would remand the nattering breeze into session with an intern but as Mary Sue had just taken off with the kids on a jaunt he was in an expansive mood. He asked her to name six especially obnoxious carpers. She did and Ron sent a messenger to round them up.
Less than ten minutes later a half dozen young men in immaculate mufti stood before The Founder's desk. Although three of them would, of course, be Declared within eighteen months just then they were, of course, the producers of the bulk of the ship's G.I. LRH's minions and admirers always flooded him with gifts at Xmas and he'd received dozens of wallets. He tossed most of them but he had a small treasure trove of fine fruit of haberdashery tucked in a desk drawer. He pulled out a handsome hand-tooled black leather billfold and tossed it to the fellow on the left saying "Pass this around, fill it up and pass it back to me." They pulled out tens and twenties and bunches of fives and ones. One of them fished out a pair of C-notes and a fifty and with no apparent hesitation inserted them.
Ron brandished the fat overstuffed billfold as a conductor wielding a baton. "I am many things" he said. "I am an author and an engineer, a poet and a priest. I am a mariner and a musician, a pilot and a scientist. O, people carp about my flimsy academic career but Campbll's group talked all hell out of nuclear physics." He shrugged, "I suppose I'm something of a rogue and a madman; a damaged homeless veteran of a Great War but that fellow from Nazareth said 'the kingdom of heaven is within' and I am surely nothing if not an Interior Designer. My oeuvre in this great art is predicated on a First Principle; a stable datum, thus the signature feature of each of my designs is always carp to carp walleting."
Normally Ron would remand the nattering breeze into session with an intern but as Mary Sue had just taken off with the kids on a jaunt he was in an expansive mood. He asked her to name six especially obnoxious carpers. She did and Ron sent a messenger to round them up.
Less than ten minutes later a half dozen young men in immaculate mufti stood before The Founder's desk. Although three of them would, of course, be Declared within eighteen months just then they were, of course, the producers of the bulk of the ship's G.I. LRH's minions and admirers always flooded him with gifts at Xmas and he'd received dozens of wallets. He tossed most of them but he had a small treasure trove of fine fruit of haberdashery tucked in a desk drawer. He pulled out a handsome hand-tooled black leather billfold and tossed it to the fellow on the left saying "Pass this around, fill it up and pass it back to me." They pulled out tens and twenties and bunches of fives and ones. One of them fished out a pair of C-notes and a fifty and with no apparent hesitation inserted them.
Ron brandished the fat overstuffed billfold as a conductor wielding a baton. "I am many things" he said. "I am an author and an engineer, a poet and a priest. I am a mariner and a musician, a pilot and a scientist. O, people carp about my flimsy academic career but Campbll's group talked all hell out of nuclear physics." He shrugged, "I suppose I'm something of a rogue and a madman; a damaged homeless veteran of a Great War but that fellow from Nazareth said 'the kingdom of heaven is within' and I am surely nothing if not an Interior Designer. My oeuvre in this great art is predicated on a First Principle; a stable datum, thus the signature feature of each of my designs is always carp to carp walleting."
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