Air on G's String
The Tortoise and Achilles have just completed a tour of a porridge factory.Achilles: You don't mind if I change the subject, do you?
Tortoise: Be my guest.
Achilles: Very well, then. It concerns an obscene phone call I received a
few days ago.
Tortoise: Sounds interesting.
Achilles: Yes. Well-the problem was that the caller was incoherent, at
least as far as I could tell. He shouted something over the line and then
hung up-or rather, now that I think of it, he shouted something,
shouted it again, and then hung up.
Tortoise: Did you catch what that thing was?
Achilles: Well, the whole call went like this:
Myself: Hello?
Caller (shouting wildly): Yields falsehood when preceded
by its quotation! Yields falsehood when preceded by
its quotation!
(Click.)
Tortoise: That is a most unusual thing to say to somebody on an obscene
phone call.
Achilles: Exactly how it struck me.
Tortoise: Perhaps there was some meaning to that seeming madness.
Achilles: Perhaps.
(They enter a spacious courtyard framed by some charming three-story
stone houses. At its center stands a palm tree, and to one side is a tower.
Near the tower there is a staircase where a boy sits, talking to a young
woman in a window.)
Tortoise: Where are you taking me, Achilles?
Achilles: I would like to show you the pretty view from the top of this
tower.
Tortoise: Oh, how nice.
(They approach the boy, who watches them with curiosity, then says some-
thing to the young woman-they both chuckle. Achilles and Mr. T, instead
of going up the boy's staircase, turn left and head down a short flight of
stairs which leads to a small wooden door.)Achilles: We can just step inside right here. Follow me.
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