q.q. rain

No more fighting, said the nerd, and collected some drops of rain.

r.r. 'enlightenment'

What I like most about your idea is that you pretend to make a plea for enlightenment while at the same time you are refusing any transparency concerning your own measures to the subject, whom you supposedly want to "win" for enlightenment by these very measures, said the nerd, and Mr. Precuneus admitted something like "a point here".

q.q. reeducation

You look overworked, said Mr. Precuneus, what are you fighting for? O, how very considerate, said the nerd, it is just that I'm trying to get the idea of reeducation out of these peoples' heads.

o.o., notwards ho!

Something like compassion flooded the nerd's face when she said: No, you are not creating a world, you are not even shaping a person that could live in the world 'as it is' nor a person that you could like to see around in it - you are merely procrastiscribing a very very old, very very poor ideology, and, what maybe the nottest in it all, might be this: when you began this grand grand project of yours, when you started to try and shape human beings and human relations, you left your own 'vicious circle of superiority' and threw the objects of your 'measures' into it. The grand artist didn't look baffled at all - he was sed to the nerd's speeches and to doing away with them - when the nerd went on to explain: You started off, thinking, you would teach those objects how to serve freely, without any resentment left, you were so convinced of your own suffering under their resentment that you didn't even try to understand what it was they begrudged you. You knew it so well. You had it all - only you had no questions. But after putting them on that carrousel, some of them learned to escape each and every of your moves by giving them a twist of their own. The grand artist's face was still stone-like. And the compassion dropped out of the nerd's face, when she closed the door, silently.

n.n.

I passed all the tests, said Mr. Precuneus, and it was found out that I am definitely the best, while you need to be aware of the fact that there are more nerds in the UK than Sikhs! You're certainly right, said the nerd, but that doesn't change a thing: you stepped into the wrong blogging-place.

m.m.

…and then the Polish guy who looked like a bigger Wladimir P. and even more melancholic and criminal, smashed all the gla…goddamm, shouted the journalist, why did you not just study literature and that? Well, I wanted to write, that's why, said the nerd, and began to sing the song of the green green glass of home…

l.l.

Lovely to listen to people who talk about "future" and that, said the nerd, you can't fail to understand what they're up to.