These three were the most important beings in Davis's life in Ivar's land. He
would have liked to have put them in a rocket and fired them off toward the
stars. That way, he would keep them from being resurrected somewhere
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along the River and thus avoid meeting them again. Except in his nightmares,
of course.
Later, a few hours after dawn, Davis was walking up the hill to the tower
after fishing in the River. He had caught nothing and so was not in a good
mood. That was when he met the lunatic gotten up like a clown.
"Doctor Faustroll, we presume?"
The man, who spoke in a strangely even tone, held out an invisible calling
card.
Davis glanced down at the tips of the man's thumb and first finger as if they
really were holding a card.
"Printed in the letters of fire," the man said. "But you must have a heart on
fire to see them. However, imaginary oblongs are best seen in an imaginary
unlighted triangle. The darker the place, the brighter the print. As you may
have noticed, it's late morning, and the sunlight is quite bright, At least,
they seem to be so."
The fellow, like all other insane on Earth, must have been resurrected with
all traces erased of any mental illness he had suffered there. But he was
crazy again.
His forehead was painted with some kind of mathematical formula. The area
around his eyes was painted yellow, and his nose was painted black. A green
mustache was painted on his upper lip. His mouth was lipsticked bright-red. On
his chest, a large question mark was tattooed in blue. A dried fish was
suspended on a cord reaching to his belly. His long, thick, and very black
hair was shaped into a sort of bird's nest and held in place by dry gray mud.
And, when the man bent his neck forward, he exposed the upper part of an egg
in the nest. Davis could easily see it because the man was shorter than he. It
did not roll with the movement of the head. Thus, it must be fixed
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with fish glue to the top of his head. The wooden and | painted pseudo-egg,
Davis assumed, was supposed to : represent that laid by a cuckoo. Appropriate
enough. The stranger was certainly cuckoo.
A large green towel, the clown's only garment, was draped around his hips. The
gray cylinder of his grail was near his bare feet. Most people carried a fish-
skin bag that held their worldly possessions. This fellow lacked that, and he
was not even armed. But he did carry a bamboo fishing pole.
The man said, "While on Earth, we were King Ubu. Here, we are Doctor
Faustroll. It's a promotion that we richly deserve. Who knows? We may yet work
our way to the top and become God or at least occupy His empty throne. At the
moment, we are a pataphysician, D.Pa., at your service. That is not a
conventional degree in one sense, but in all senses it is a high degree,
including Fahrenheit and Kelvin."
He started to put his imaginary card in an imaginary pocket of an imaginary
coat.
Davis said, "I'll take it," and he held out his hand. Humoring the
pataphysician, whatever that was, might prevent him from becoming violent.
He moved his hand close to his bare chest to suggest that he was pulling out a
card from an inner pocket of his coat. He held it out.
"Andrew Paxton Davis, M.D., Oph.D., N.D., D.O., D.C."
"Where's the rest of the alphabet?" the man said, still keeping his voice
even-toned. But he pretended to take the card, read it, and then put it inside
his coat.
"I made soup of it," Davis said. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle.
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