EPT"No--no, I guess it isn't." Responded Baskin Robbins, the pre-eminent Hound Dog. "No, I daresay, the end-result is, in fact, quite far from the intention of God." The Hound growled as he said this. "Really, I don't think God focuses his intentions on the ends, rather God focuses on the means."
"Yes, I was thinking something like that myself." Replied Stanislovski. "Actually, Baskin Robbins, my dear Man, I must venture to reflect that the Word of God is far from my concern."
"Oh, really?" Said Baskin Robbins, who could scarcely believe this.
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"It is quite the case, my Dear Baskin Robbins, that I do not care even in the slightest for the minute nature of time. Thus it is inescapable in my conclusion that really we cannot sense the world around us enough to intend anything. What it is to intend anything is to attend to the event in the most considerable, and yet, measured, property. As though the thing were stuck together by glue. And that is certainly not the case, as pertains to our reality, which is quite thick (unlike glue which is hardly thick). I think you'll agree with me, my Dear Baskin Robbins."
"Well, I should like to disagree with you, My Dear Stanislovski. "For it is at my disgruntled chagrin to report to you that--in fact--whatever you might believe about this to be the case; that I am in fact, quite able in certain respects, for Hound Dog or anything at all whatsoever."
"Really?" Said Stanislovski, who was surpassing dexterous himself. "Really, I am quite taken by this. Do you look at it the whole time or something?"
"Look at what?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"Oh, nothing," Replied Stanislovski. "Only, I think you're missing something..."
"And what, indeed might, I, of all people, be missing?" Said Baskin Robbins.
"You are missing the tail-feather, my good man." Said Stanislovski. "And do you know what the tail-feather is?"
"By chance, I don't." Said Baskin Robbins, who actually had quite a full vocabulary for a Hound Dog.
"Well, then, let me inform you," said Stanislovski. "You are missing the tail-feather, which is a sort of fire cracker of a buzzing thing to miss."
"Fine. Well, don't keep me waiting. Tell me what it is."
"Jumping Jehoshaphat, you're missing the tail-feather, the linchpin of this whole business. You're missing the obvious fact that you haven't the slightest idea where you are."
"And where is that, my good man," Said Baskin Robbins, who had positioned himself steadily upon the rug by the fire.
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"Not sure I understand you." Said Stanislovski.
"Hello, Stanislovski," Said Baskin Robbins.
"How are you at Here Comes the Sun?" Said Stanislovski.
"Not great, admittedly." Said Baskin Robbins.
"Why are you so poor on the ivories?" Asked Stanislovski, his tone serious.
"What do you take me for: An Elephant?" Replied Baskin Robbins.
"No, not an elephant." Said Stanislovski. "But certainly you are a Hound Dog of some stripes?"
"Certainly." Said Baskin Robbins.
"Then why do you not more act like it?" Said Stanislovski. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Of course." Replied Baskin Robbins.
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