They walked for hours under the desert sun. It is a commonplace that in time a couple will cease acquiescing to the tyranny of words, yet communicate more deeply than before. Might Ukifune and Brad have reached this threshold?
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How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
Hard to know if it was Brad’s lack of driver training, or the head injury that caused him lose control the vehicle on what should have been a pretty easy stretch of road to drive.
Once outside the jail, Brad and Ukifune were glad to have Pim and Bim’s truck for their getaway.
During his time of divided corporeal and cerebral confinement, Mr. Love’s mind (which we know is contained neither in the brain, nor the body, yet which is contingent on both) would float free over imagined cities.
Meanwhile Mrs. Love placed the brain of Mr. Love in one vessel of formaldehyde and the body of Mr. Love in another, and contemplated the bitter disappointment they were when united and the sweet satisfaction they gave her now they were divided.
When Brad and Ukifune delivered the pieces of her son to Mrs. Love, she immediately locked Brad and Ukifune in a cell. (Surely this surprises to none of us.) Clive wisely decided to skirt the perimetre of the penitentiary and assess its perils before entering.
On reaching the prison Brad encountered Pim and Bim and mentioned he was looking for a job. Pim and Bim immediately left him with Mr. Love’s body to deliver to Mrs. Love. They also signed over Pim and Bim Transport Inc. to Brad, making Brad sole shareholder and CEO.
Clive fell into the same path as Brad had before Clive, and as Ukifune had before Brad. Is free-will anything but a fantasy, necessary to convince ourselves that we’re moral agents?
Kåre and Pål spent days nursing Clive, with a soup of lichens they’d gathered from the forest and brought to their hovel (which boasted satellite TV and bass amplification from an outdoor generator). At last Clive departed, disparaging their faux-medieval posturing as he went.
Following Brad’s exile, Poto and Cabengo launched their plan for world domination. Wiring the house with an incendiary device and evacuating just before it deployed—a tactic it didn’t occur to Meg and Peg they’d be capable of—Poto and Cabengo gloated in a tongue I wish I spoke.
