HERE AND NOW VS THERE AND THEN
Youth
HERE AND NOW
there and then
Age
THERE AND THEN
here and now
Youth
HERE AND NOW
there and then
Age
THERE AND THEN
here and now
The man arrived early, as always. He was led to his usual table in the far corner. His hands shook. Would she show again? Here, this date, this hour, this 23rd time. He sighed. A flood of relief. There she is. He watched her take her seat at the table far across the room. She glanced his way. They exchanged nods. One year older. Both of us. She looks good. Great, in fact. She cut her hair. A bit of a shock at first. But good, it looks good. The man and the woman dined. After paying his check, the man stood, awaiting her glance from across the room. She fixed her eyes on him. They exchanged nods. The man left first, as always. Euphoric, a tear on his cheek. Their marriage was still perfect.
Loon: I am told by the Lords of the 4th Dimension that today’s guest for the 3 question interview, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, was a famous poet. Mr. Longfellow, how hard is it to think up rhymes?
Longfellow’s ghost: Rhymes are not of prime importance.
Loon: I see. What is then?
Longfellow’s ghost: Rhythm is the guiding lantern.
Loon: Oh. Let’s see. Um, did you use one of those feather pens to write with?
Longfellow’s ghost: Feather pens were not unheard of. Sharpened quills I used myself. Sometimes, though, the ink was blotchy. So I had to mop it up.
Loon: Er, thanks for the interview. Good-bye.
Longfellow’s ghost: Fare you well, sir. Now I leave you, flit away into the void.
(Ghost flits into void. Loon withdraws from room.)
I could not see her face, it was turned away and she was wearing a cloak of flowing teardrops.
Just one of a treasure chest of delights from The Golem for the translator, Mike Mitchell.
Moby snapped for good when his wife left him for a penguin. It was an Emperor penguin, but still.
Moby finally turned rogue for good on the day:
a. his brother-in-law hummed the theme from Jaws just one time too many times.
b. harpoon number 43 slammed into his head.
c. he sprained a fluke trying and failing to get at an itch on his back.
d. his wife left him for a penguin.
‘I’m innocent, I tell you, innocent. It was Charlie made me do it.’
‘Zat right, Charlie?’
‘Why you, I oughta…’
‘Now, now, none of that. Spill, Charlie. It might go easier for you down the line.’
‘All right, copper, here it is. I did it. Yeah, that’s right, guns, motorboat, elephant and all. It was me, see? And one more thing. Move back! That’s right, I’ve got the gun now. And I…’
(scuffle, scuffle, scuffle)
‘That was some quick thinking, Marge. You’re all right.’
‘Thanks, officer. I done it because he hadn’t oughta.’
‘Take him away, Luther.’
Loon: The Lords of the 4th Dimension have summoned former president Teddy Roosevelt for today’s 3 question interview. Mr. President, your wife Eleanor certainly helped you out a lot, didn’t she?
Teddy Roosevelt’s ghost: Eleanor was my niece.
Loon (aghast): You married your niece?
Teddy Roosevelt’s ghost: Get a grip, fellow. You don’t look fit.
Loon: I’m just shocked. Was this known while you were living?
Teddy Roosevelt’s ghost: You’re sickly, sir. A regimen of exercises and rambling about in the great outdoors would do you wonders. I highly recommend such a program.
(TR’s ghost marches through wall, leaving behind a stunned Loon.)