His erratic behaviour, yelling and waving his arms about, was seen by others as a pathetic cry for help. They thought the waving was half-hearted and felt some jumping up and down would have been nice.
No anguish, no urgency - no empathy, they said. Said he should flesh it out, fill it in, look it over and punch it up until he got it down so what was left came across right. Lacked direction, they said.
Off he went, thinking about what they had told him. So deep in thought he was, that he fell down one of those black circular cartoon holes that someone, probably a mouse, had left as a trap, probably for a cat, on the sidewalk in front of the fish monger’s. It was forty-four feet deep.
At first he waved his arms and yelled but the passers-by only stared down at him and moved on, just another crazy man in a cartoon cat-hole, they said, and what was Science doing about that? He tried the jumping up and down with no better results and as it got dark and he became colder and hungry he began to despair. He wondered where he would take a shit.
Finally he began to sob as despondency and desolation overwhelmed him. A pitiful, mournful howl he produced, wrought from pure anguish, and still the people only stared and walked on. Just another howler in a hole, they said, and not very good either. Soon people began giving him howling advice. Pretend you stubbed your toe, they said, punch yourself in the kidney, try regression therapy. It's very popular.
But our hero lay down at the bottom of the hole and went to sleep, for he realized everybody was full of shit and this comforted him. The rest of his life went reasonably well.
No anguish, no urgency - no empathy, they said. Said he should flesh it out, fill it in, look it over and punch it up until he got it down so what was left came across right. Lacked direction, they said.
Off he went, thinking about what they had told him. So deep in thought he was, that he fell down one of those black circular cartoon holes that someone, probably a mouse, had left as a trap, probably for a cat, on the sidewalk in front of the fish monger’s. It was forty-four feet deep.
At first he waved his arms and yelled but the passers-by only stared down at him and moved on, just another crazy man in a cartoon cat-hole, they said, and what was Science doing about that? He tried the jumping up and down with no better results and as it got dark and he became colder and hungry he began to despair. He wondered where he would take a shit.
Finally he began to sob as despondency and desolation overwhelmed him. A pitiful, mournful howl he produced, wrought from pure anguish, and still the people only stared and walked on. Just another howler in a hole, they said, and not very good either. Soon people began giving him howling advice. Pretend you stubbed your toe, they said, punch yourself in the kidney, try regression therapy. It's very popular.
But our hero lay down at the bottom of the hole and went to sleep, for he realized everybody was full of shit and this comforted him. The rest of his life went reasonably well.
4 comments:
Just another howler in a hole
Pervert.
that you would find a sexual reference in that line makes me wonder what you get up to in your free time.
It really wouldn't take you that long to figure it out.
you'd be surprised, I'm not very bright.
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