} "Delaware?" I mutter. And in she walks. So that's how it works,
} thinks my muddled mind, and I try, "Dames, naked, lots of 'em." But
} nothing happens.
} "What can I do for you, Delaware?" I say, but without the question
} mark, just to make a point.
} "Hey, honey," she murmurs. "How's kicks?"
} Normally I ignore this sort of thing, but she is starting to fade away
} into the colour blue. Maybe indigo. Damn, I think, this is the last
} thing I need; ever since the chesterfield incident, the cops have been
} watching this place. I think quickly and say, maybe a bit too loudly,
} "Violet, I think I can help you after all. Here hold this glass of --"
} Damn. All that is left of her is an obscure buzzing noise. "The
} sound of a bird dying?" I guess. Incorrectly, it turns out; I lose
} 50 points.
} Still, this was the only client that had walked in the door all
} day, so I take her case.
} To the zoo then, I play a hunch. Well, that and I don't have
} airfare to the mid-west. I go to the bird cages. Suddenly, I spot
} it. The falcon. Nope, it's real, and not at all covered with -- wait,
} a minute: wrong case, wrong client.
} Maybe a quick nap.
} I wake up to the gnawing sounds of the marmot. On my other leg,
} marmot mating noises. I immediately recognize these as the sound that
} Delaware would become, if a Delaware could become -- no, that's
} still wrong. But I am getting close. Really close.
} Delaware, I think. Marmots.
} At once, it comes flooding into my mind. Of course, I realize.
} How obvious. Unfortunately, what with all the flooding, I melt
} into the couch before I can stop the dastardly plot.
} The answer to your question, then: stay the hell out of Delaware.
} And keep away from anything surreal. No good will come of it. As
} Milton wrote, "that which purifies us/ is trial, and trial is by what
} is contrary."
} You owe the Oracle the sound of one hand clapping. And, for that
} matter, why IS a mouse when it spins?