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Coincidance - Principia Discordia

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COINCIDANCE 213<br />

some quack doctor in France claimed that would prevent further spread of<br />

the smallpox. The General was weird at times, James thought uneasily.<br />

"And is it not strange," the General went on, taking and philosophizing,<br />

"that we conventionally believe the rainbow to have seven colors, whereas a<br />

close examination of the spectrum, in a dew drop such as 1 mentioned,<br />

reveals an infinity of subtle and most gorgeous gradations of hue? I have<br />

been thinking deeply about this recently and am astounded that we<br />

normally notice so little of nature's glorious raiment."<br />

"Urn, yes. Sir." The wreckage of mid-town Manhattan was also the<br />

howling bottle of wine.<br />

This gentle absent-minded man was not the Washington that James had<br />

learned to know in the year he had served under him. The Washington<br />

James knew was withdrawn, yes, but never relaxed or reflective. He was<br />

also the most foul-mouthed man James had met since leaving Dublin<br />

County and could curse for two hours without repeating himself when a<br />

junior officer disappointed him. Only yesterday James had heard him in<br />

typical form, correcting a lieutenant who had erred:<br />

"By hatchet heads and hammer handles and the howling<br />

harlots of Hell, you are the most incompetent IDIOT I<br />

have ever encountered, sir! You are LOWER THAN A<br />

SNAKE'S CUNT, sir!! If my dog had a face like yours,<br />

sir, hanged if I wouldn't shave his ARSE and teach him<br />

to walk backwards!!!"<br />

That was the George Washington that James knew. That was the man who<br />

had maintained discipline through a whole year of defeats and desperate<br />

retreats.<br />

"Urn, ah, sir?"<br />

"Are you a mystic, James?"<br />

"Well, sir, they do be saying that all Irishmen are mystics. I once saw a rock<br />

fall out of the sky."<br />

"A rock fall out of the sky?" The General put down his pipe and stared. "I<br />

have seen strange things but never a rock falling out of the sky. Were you<br />

sober at the time?"<br />

"As God is my witness, sir."<br />

"Only ignorant peasants say rocks fall out of the sky, James. Learned men<br />

say it is impossible."<br />

"Yes, sir, but I saw it, sir."<br />

"You swear you saw it, when I tell you learned men say it is impossible?"<br />

"I saw what I saw, sir."

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