O l i v e r B e n j a m i n
CHAPTER 10
Victoria woke up in the back seat of Harvey’s car. It was barreling
down the highway.
“Where the heck are we going?” she shouted, scaring Vlad and
nearly sending the Buick off the road and into the scrub brush. Jewel
explained that she and Vlad had kidnapped her and commandeered
the vehicle Victoria had commandeered from Harvey for an
emergency double-secret meeting of the Order of the Fern of the
Millennial Liberation Front. She apologized for that. She also
apologized for knocking her out with ether.
“The implications of all this are staggering,” Jewel explained,
“And my car’s on the blink as well. Couldn’t take a chance you’d say
no.”
When the arrived at the meeting-place, Victoria grew a little
skeptical how doubly-secret such a meeting could be, being held, as
it was, in a public restaurant.
“Not to worry,” said Vlad. “It’s a safehouse. No one ever comes to
eat here besides the Order of the Fern of the Millennial Liberation
Front.”
“That bad, huh?” She was growing wary of Vlad.
“Also,” he said, ignoring her comment, “people only hear what
they want to hear anyway. You could speak in a crowded room of
taking over the world,” he went on, “and everyone would probably
think you are talking about the new television line-up. People hear
what they’re used to hearing. Don Wong, my associate, has a parable
that he repeats to illustrate this. Let me share it with you:
Let them hear if they cannot see
The path is underneath them
Loud I scream the way to go
But I might as well speak Grecian.
Let them feel if they cannot hear
The road, as day, is plain as
I give a stick to guide their way
But they stick it up their anus.
I cry, I beg, I plead, I mope
And still they all play possum
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