Claradoon wrote:
Ambivalence wrote:
I read this thread last night, and I had a dream in which I was pointing out Lanark on a map.

And then the map came alive and you became a wizard with huge magic ruby under your pointy hat, and you looked into the ruby and saw me navigating the Atlantic in a leaky bucket, and you flung the magic ruby far across the sea where it encompassed my bucket and me and landed us instantly in the palm of your hand. "Welcome to Lanark," you quoth.
"How am I supposed to visit my beloved long-lost cousin from inside a ruby?" I quoth, seeing Lanark through ruby coloured facets.
"Tut-tut," you tutted, in the time-honoured fashion of wizards, "Your cousin must carry you through the braes and discover your seven talents. The first is refracting the light of the moon and the sun at the same instant, as one rises and the other sets, across the only perfectly flat terrain on earth. The resulting six dimensions are yours to conquer."
"But we had in mind tea and memories," I protested.
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"Oh and alas, the only tea in the ghost-town of my brain is pennyroyal, and you'd be stuck 'til the back-end of October if you stayed to pick that. And what's memory when you're left alone in the moonlight? Choose your friends! Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting and taking," I stammer, incoherently, "Tom's a-cold, and time is not on your side, no it ain't, for I'm really not a wiz of a wiz, and time takes its toll on me (it is traditional), so farewell, my Lady, for I cannot stay with thee!" and depart post-haste in a puff of pastry and pomegranate seeds.
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