Med's in Charge
Reader approaches riding on horseback, camel back, mule back... A representative of great civilizations put to the sword? Well, Reader will do. Let Reader have what Reader will.
"Who's in charge here?" Reader demands frowning at the litter lying in the sand.
"I am," Mad Med replies galloping up. "I know the answers to all these questions, And to a lot more. Babel rose to the sound of saxophones. What's inscribed on the bricks of Babel don't really matter. They've been whitewashed. But what's plastered across the walls of Babel are outsize ads for my film fantasy. As for how and why Superman flies: he flies superbly with confidence and ease, as does the good ship Enterprise. And if you really want to know what Solitude thought about all alone in the desert, you'll find the answers in my best selling cookbook, Saturnalian Secrets. That's really obvious if you think about it. And as for morals, they're all worked out in my latest text on Interactive Logic. [Fuzzy logic.] Start with the theorem: "Don't do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Respect their individuality."And the rest follows - Hey!"
Mad Med has seen the scraps in Solly's lap. [laptop]
"You've been reading my diary!"
Meekly, Solly hands over the bits. She and The Black Piglet sneak away. They're tired. Let the younger generation deal with things. Meanwhile, Reader...