“That’s enough of the picture anyway, Baker Bloch. You have noticed that part 2 exactly begins at the wall anyway. We have 2 and 3 within my gazebo. First is outside. First is always outside. What is this? Is it Chesterton? No. But it may be Chesterton-like. Do you see a possible hoop?”
BBloch:
I think I do Carrcassonnee. Could it be the Ray Davies figure trapped by the log, with ruby slippered feet extended?
Carr.:
What do you think Chester? It’s your town[ after all].
Chester:
I, of course, dig it. Dig that picture. 2 and 3, eh? Cool-ie. Cool-i-o. Dig it.
Carr.:
What do you think of it?
Chester:
Its so cool there’s so much to dig. Cool-ie.
BBloch (adding thoughts):
The log is the 61 wire. I think I, as baker b., originally put the wire through the hoop, and then thought otherwise.
Carr. (speculating as well):
It [ the wire] is a passage of a marble through time. Silver.
Chester:
Nice dadd-i-o.
Carr.:
Thank you.
BBloch:
It is a woman, plain and simple. Pure. 61.
Carr.:
Er.
BBloch:
Wait. The wire *crushes* the hoop if not literally, then figuratively. I tripped over the hoop and broke it while moving in the wire. This is the Fall of Man. Inevitable. Rain comes. Rain *did* come just as the hoop was broken.
Carr.:
Better.
BBloch:
Mann’s Choice. Rain. Riddle, Puzzle, Cypher. Point. Point to Line to Sphere. Um, Cube.
Carr.:
49×61. 2989. We better end. Study Lego.
BBloch:
Oz erased from the center of Chesterton. Hoop broken. Event seen as wicked [witch].
Carr.:
Bed.
Sunklands 