Yesterday C.W. walked up in the shape of a well-dressed twenty-something and wanted to go downtown and have a drink at a bar.
“I understand that is where your young people go to seek adventure,” he said.
That made me think. “I guess some do,” I said.
“Where else would they go?”
“Some go to Mount Everest for excitement.”
“Are there girls there?”
“Gosh,” I said, “I really don’t know. To try and climb it I suppose.”
I could sense his internal computer going off. “They could encounter difficulty doing that. The elevations would pose problems.”
“Are they sent there as punishment?”
“No. They go there willingly.”
“Where else do they go?”
I thought. “There is a place in Spain where young people let wild bulls chase them down narrow streets.”
He frowned. “A human could get killed doing that.”
“Some do,” I said.
“That sounds like allahkahgdomcince,” he said.
“It’s Falloonian for seeking danger when there is no danger.”
“Oh. Perhaps so.”
He paused again as his internal database kicked in. “It is similar to what your American author James A. Michener disclosed in his published book Tales of the South Pacific years ago.
“You’ve jumped the track on me.”
“He recounted how medical officers stationed in the South Pacific during one of your great wars noticed a case, among the natives of the islands, of something that deviates from what is standard, normal, or expected.”
“Are you going to repeat everything I say today?”
“No. Explain the anomaly. I seem to remember something about it. I haven’t read that book since my high school days.”
“Did they call it that because you all stayed high most of the time.”
“Just on learning. Now back to the ‘paradise syndrome’ you were talking about.”
He recycled. “Seems people lived on these South Sea islands in what you should call, a place or condition of great happiness where everything is exactly as you would like it.”
“Okay. Now what is your point?”
“No disease. Food hanging from trees. Abundant water. Comfortable climate. No need to work. No problems at all. That’s why it didn’t make sense.”
“What didn’t make sense?”
“That they created cruel, inhumane, and destructive religions that kept their people in a constant state of tension.”
“I seem to remember that,” I said. “It doesn’t make sense, does it?”
“It’s almost like you live in luxury but want someone uncaring, cruel, and mean to rule over your daily activities. Falloonians would call that, kughtckoughuruhnhos.”
“Well I’m glad we’re civilized today and passed all that nonsense.”
He looked at me for a time and started to say something but stopped. He nodded to himself, thought, and said, “I’m ready to go get that drink now.”
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