An Odyssey

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A powerful, state-of-the-art mare walked into the clean, tidy, tiny working room at the best newspaper office one could imagine. Why, if one were to part with his bits, that would be precisely the thing to buy: a shiny, magnetic room filled with regalia of great value and efficiency, filled with staff both intelligent and honourable, and let’s not forget to mention the great admare, the one, the only Roseluck, whose special talent included not only making fantastic advertisements for the paper, but also gardening, a skill at which she excelled.

Don’t forget to buy!

Octavia Philarmonica, price tag vague, subject to discussion, came upon Roseluck (price subject to discussion) the admare to assist her in her wonderful deed of making an advertisement for the daily paper (one bit) in the newspaper office (four hundred bits; or twelve bits a month’s rent).

Gentlecolts, your bets, please!

So, Octavia Philarmonica (lot number 14456) asked of Roseluck the admare (lot number 14455) whether all went fine, and whether there was something she, lot 14456, could help her (lot 14455)? Of course, Roseluck said, there was a great ad (lot 14454) she had in her mind (lot 14457), but she couldn’t draw it for the life of her (included in lot number 14455), as was the case with most of her ads (lot 14454 included), and she wondered whether lot 14456 could help her?

Octavia Philarmonica, the great artist and musician

Of course, Octavia said, for her qualities far surpassed those of a common musician: she was an expert in drawing, sculpting (her clay sculptures are the stuff of legends!), as well as writing poetry and performing at the local charity theatre. So, here she was, all ready to help, that is, to draw, wondering what exactly she should be drawing.

The magnificent picture that Roseluck drew for her in words and that you can have the honour of obtaining right now

Once upon a time, and a very good time, there was an old watchmaker. He made fine, trusty watches for a living. He had a son, a colt who liked to count bits and maths. So the colt grew up and became a rich, prosperous banker. When he turned thirty, his father presented him with one of the watches. The watch wasn’t expensive, nor was it all that shiny. Indulgently, the young stallion said, “Thanks for the present, Dad.” To which his father said, “It’s not a present, son. It’s a heritage.”

Silence ensued in the tiny room, a long, thoughtful silence, during which Octavia Philarmonica wondered how exactly she should paint all that

I wonder if I should just draw out the scene where the father gives the watch to his son, Octavia said, looking around the tiny (magnetic!) dirty (wondrous!) room (very cheap! call now!) No, no no, Roseluck said, I was thinking more along the lines of something more modernist, if you catch my drift. Oh, maybe…

And here it should be noted that Roseluck finally gives out the idea she had been cherishing for a long long while, all the time that she had tended to her garden, and finally, she is ready to present her very modernist idea to the world in the eyes of Octavia Philarmonica, the majestic artist who has just decided to grace her, that is, Roseluck, with her majestic presence

I was thinking about something along the lines of two pairs of horseshoes, just in black and white, I guess, and the bigger pair is the daddy and the smaller pair is the son.

What?

Octavia Philarmonica the great artist - who can be in your employ right now if you call immediately, and a wonderful gardener will come as an extra help to your prospering mansion - greatly albeit silently disapproves of the seemingly majestic idea Roseluck had been cherishing for a long long while, all the time that she had tended to her garden, and hummffs very indignantly, thinking about what she can say to dissuade the young gardener, that is, the young admare, from using this unpractical, and definitely unselling idea

I don’t think this is a good idea, Roseluck, Octavia said.

So this is how Octavia Philarmonica the great artist - who can be in your employ RIGHT NOW if you call IMMEDIATELY, and a wonderful gardener will come as an EXTRA help to your prospering mansion - greatly albeit silently disapproves of the seemingly majestic idea Roseluck had been cherishing for a long long while, all the time that she had tended to her garden!

What do you suggest then? Roseluck asked.

Lo and behold! Roseluck the admare finally gives voice to her concerns, at this exact moment, that Frederic Horseshopin, having just wiped shit off his horseshoes, glances into the newspaper office and sees Octavia Philarmonica, the great artist and cellist who may or may not have practised cello in the Conservatoire some hours ago!

Octavia smiled. I have just the idea…

Thus, she began to draw, while we remind you that everything mentioned above is to be considered an advertisement, and is in no manner absolute truth or even a deft portrayal of reality, and is the sheer result of the imagination of one particular person, and in no manner should be considered a public offer or an invocation to make a public offer or any offer, as referred to in the Celestial Civil Code, Ch. 45, art. 1226.