Chapman was less confident about the practicalities of setting up as exhibitors of performing cupids. He cited the general opinion among experts that cupids are bloodthirsty wild animals, intractable to any form of domestication.
Keats dismissed Chapman's demurrals with an expensive gesture of the drinks-spilling variety. "That may be true of wild-type cherubs fresh from the colony on Piphola," he said. "But the fact is that we have been domesticating the species for generations -- or rather, they have been domesticating themselves as dogs did, self-selecting the ones who can co-exist with humans on the fringes of settlement in a sort of symbiosis."
Chapman remained unconvinced as to the level of cooperation to be obtained from the average cupid. He pointed to recent tragedies where trainers had been savaged or owners had plummeted to death when levitation belts were switched off.
"It is simply a matter of capturing them and starting the training when they are still fledglings," maintained Keats, with the indefatigable optimism that only complete ignorance can provide. "Catch them young enough and they will be putti in our hands."
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* History repeats itself: the first time as indie drama, the second time as a big-budget Hollywood remake with CGI and car explosions.
11 comments:
Keats dismissed Chapman's demurrals with an expensive gesture of the drinks-spilling variety.
I know that gesture!
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P.S. I'm waiting for the third time: The Bollywood remake.
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Silly putti, more likely.
Create a bunch of Lilliputtians and you'll end up tied down. AGAIN.
You going through my back issues nof Metal Hurlant? Also, word verification wants me to revointe a committee, which makes me feel dirty.
"The Martyrdom of St Stephen" at the hands of a cherub... that's probably heretical.
We have not published anything about herets. We don't even know what a heret is.We assumed some kind of chocolate biscuit.
To be honest, I'm not awfully worried about cherubs with bows and errors. Shovels and machetes are sufficient defensive equipment.
When they come with belt-fed weapons and anti-armor missiles, however, I'm leaving town...
Word verification calls me a frooker. Frook you, you nasty little frooker...
Very well then. I will know which outfit to blame when I wander the countryside straining to hear the babbling of cute little cherubs and encounter NOTHING.
Well if BBBB is buying, can we have dark chocolate herets next time? The milk-chocolate ones go all oozy on the fingers.
when I wander the countryside straining to hear the babbling of cute little cherubs and encounter NOTHING.
The puttees go around your ankles, Mr McG, not around your ears.
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