....When only a few billion cosmic cycles had been completed, there was a gash in the clock-rock that you could hide a horse in. The little bird made very many journeys back to sharpen its beak. And Pithekos Pete, the most rapid of the monkeys, had now random-written The Tempest, complete and perfect. They shook hands all around, monkeys and angel. It was something of a moment.- - R.A. Lafferty
The moment did not last. Pete, instead of pecking at furious random to produce the rest of the plays, wrote his own improved version of The Tempest. Boshel was furious.
"But it's better, Bosh," Pete protested. "And I have some ideas about stagecraft that will really set this thing up...."
Today's earrings: monkeys, typewriter keys
Bedtime reading: Ringing Changes, R.A. Lafferty
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