The following day the man in the hat bought the Morning Gazette and read the financial pages. Fage Dairy Industry up 18:50 and holding, Commercial Prop Inc up 18:00 and rising, Commercial PropGrwth soaring upwards to 17:58, Acencia Debt Strat 17:57 and tippling downwards at a rate 1% below inflation and dropping, Tropez Plc bottomed out at 17:43 and likely to sink well below the rate of common exchange. Not understanding what he’d read the man in the hat crumpled up the newspaper and chucked it into the dustbin next to the Seder grocers, a look of fierce consternation on his face. ‘…fucking scant bastards, can’t tell an upward hubbub from a downward hullabaloo…’. That night before falling asleep the man in the hat took his hat off and placed it on the shelf in his closet, thinking as he did, ‘…something’s are as plain as the nose on your face, so I best keep my nose in plain sight…’. He fell tippling to sleep, knees nickering like two wooden mallets, the moon outside his window so big it filled the entire sky.
‘…I have an idea…’ said the legless man to the alms man. ‘…a notion, you mean you have a notion…’ said the alms man to the legless man, his lips humming. ‘…no its definitely an idea…’. ‘…dross and piddle…’ chapped the alms man. ‘…notion idea, who gives a hoot what you call it, it’s a damn good one…’. ‘…anyone can have an idea…’ said the alms man, ‘…but not everybody can have a notion…’. The legless man threw his arms up over his head and said bulgingly ‘…nodea, I have a nodea…’. ‘…you can’t have a nodea…’ said the alms man, the skin on his neck tightening ‘…no one has a nodea, not even someone who has a notion…’. ‘…fine…’ said the legless man ‘…I have a idotion…’. ‘…you can’t have one of those neither…’ said the alms man ‘…its plain stupid…’. Throwing their arms up over their heads both men went their separate way, the legless man to the park behind the aqueduct, the alms man to his place in front of the public library, neither one giving a damn where the other went or for how long.
‘…I have an idea…’ said the legless man to the alms man. ‘…a notion, you mean you have a notion…’ said the alms man to the legless man, his lips humming. ‘…no its definitely an idea…’. ‘…dross and piddle…’ chapped the alms man. ‘…notion idea, who gives a hoot what you call it, it’s a damn good one…’. ‘…anyone can have an idea…’ said the alms man, ‘…but not everybody can have a notion…’. The legless man threw his arms up over his head and said bulgingly ‘…nodea, I have a nodea…’. ‘…you can’t have a nodea…’ said the alms man, the skin on his neck tightening ‘…no one has a nodea, not even someone who has a notion…’. ‘…fine…’ said the legless man ‘…I have a idotion…’. ‘…you can’t have one of those neither…’ said the alms man ‘…its plain stupid…’. Throwing their arms up over their heads both men went their separate way, the legless man to the park behind the aqueduct, the alms man to his place in front of the public library, neither one giving a damn where the other went or for how long.
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