The Blindfolded Man III
Acting on the belief that anachronisms are talismen, he rode Helvetie’s
old elevator (3 people max) up and down at least three times
Once he got off on the wrong floor
Another time he got off to ask the night porter to uncork a local bottle
(bought down the street at Mosca Vins)
Anachronisms don’t always work
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Of course chance plays a part
The following day he visited the Château de Chillon and there was a temporary
exhibit on witch-hunting in the Pays de Vaud
Passing through a forest of names and dates, he scratched his shoulder on an angling
branch
Apparently that was enough
“Welcome to the Vaud,” said the man
Though he was bleeding on his right shoulder, the man ignored it and stuck a needle
into a dry patch of skin just below his navel. Unfortunately it didn’t bleed
“Found it,” said the man
After putting him through some calisthenics on a contraption with a pulley and a noose,
the man and his fellow-thugs decided to forgo the usual wood and straw
and use a guillotine
“Brand spanking new,” said the man
Anachronisms sometimes work when you’d rather they didn’t
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“The so-called pseudo-problem of mind/body is still bugging me,” said the man.
“Let me illustrate.”
Before he knew it his head (eyes lolling) disappeared behind the clouds, and his body
(legs like slogging clay) was flopping in the parking lot
[CHATEAU DE CHILLON: 9.00 – 19.00]
