MAPPING THE TERRITORY (8)
'Don't look sore, my dear, there is nothing to fear.'
It appeared Mother Courage was back; sucking hard on a tube from her sack.
'Really, nothing's the matter. . . '
(As I coveted her catheter; a rather nice blue plastic Camelbak bladder.)
'You see,' she piped up:
'The sun has gone down and the moon has come up. The evening star's moved into place. Orion's upstanding, the Great Bear's reclining; such a comfort to stare into space.
'So what if one planet's out of place?'
I said:
'You're deluded,' then concluded (in a bid to be clear) 'you cannot ignore facts just to assuage your fears. You cannot turn your cheek to ensure a good view. Bad luck will endure, never mind what you do.'
It appeared Mother Courage was back; sucking hard on a tube from her sack.
'Really, nothing's the matter. . . '
(As I coveted her catheter; a rather nice blue plastic Camelbak bladder.)
'You see,' she piped up:
'The sun has gone down and the moon has come up. The evening star's moved into place. Orion's upstanding, the Great Bear's reclining; such a comfort to stare into space.
'So what if one planet's out of place?'
I said:
'You're deluded,' then concluded (in a bid to be clear) 'you cannot ignore facts just to assuage your fears. You cannot turn your cheek to ensure a good view. Bad luck will endure, never mind what you do.'
