From: mjtuovin@klaava.Helsinki.FI (Markku Tuovinen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: A Storyteller perhaps?
Message-ID: <1992May13.224534.1956@klaava.Helsinki.FI>
Date: 13 May 92 22:45:34 GMT
References: <19150@ravel.udel.edu> <IP208.92May13104745@humle.ii.uib.no>

In article <IP208.92May13104745@humle.ii.uib.no> magnus@hsr.no writes:
>
>       The old man looked around with a lost look on his face hoping
>   that someone would be kind enough to offer him a seat.
>
>Seeing the despair of the old man, the boy with the mop brings out one
>more table from the kitchen. Sadly, there are no more corners to put
>it in (all sixteen are filled with dark strangers in black cloaks), so
>it is placed closer to the bar, between it and the fireplace.
>
>	'You may sit her, old man.'

At the cue yet another strange trio absentmindedly enters the premises.
The head figure is clad in a weird, hoodless, sleeved white cloak with
large squarish pockets in front. In one hand he grips a squarish pad of
thin pergament or somesuch on which he scribbles unreadable symbols. He
exclaims: "At last, friends colleagues, the Dragons-Inn the proof for MY
quantum-mechanics! Do you see the sixteen ninety-degree corners and no
black holes even nearby! Einstein was wrong! I'm right. I'd even hypothetize
that the local space stretches proportionally to the intelligence within.
Therefore the animals here are taking more than their share of room..."
He continues the tirade even as the trio makes a turnabout and
disappears through the door back to wherever they came from...