Over a glass of Glenfarclas single highland malt that he’d left with Pim and Bim on his last visit, the Well-Dressed Albatross explained his plight.
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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.
Forced to choose between two distressing outcomes, the Well-Dressed Albatross moved intuitively towards the comfort of old friends.
Slim discovered Mrs. Love’s evil plan. Of an evening Slim was given to lurking the ajar doors of darkened corridors. One night he absorbed a conversation between Mrs. Love and a flock of aviation engineers.
In the stark quiet of the hotelroom Mr. Love discovered that Mrs. Love had made a breakthrough in drone technology and required the wings of an albatross, as it can can sustain long flights with less expenditure of energy than any other bird.
Like a child returning home with a report card he knows will be unfavourable, Mr. Love drove his 1965, candy-apple-red, droptop, Buick Skylark to the place he always went on receiving orders from Mrs. Love.
You’ll recall that Mr. Love had been discorporated by Mrs. Love and set adrift over forsaken and woebegone places of the earth. One evening, with a jolt, he regained his material form, at which very moment the Shadowy Figure approached him in the guise of a process server.
Sunk in a slough of despond and reduced to room service, thus abided the Well-Dressed Albatross. When who should squeeze through the keyhole but Slim.
The Well-Dressed Albatross retreated to his room in horror at the thought of an encounter with Mr. Love, moments before Mr. Love retreated to his room to revel in his advantage over the Well-Dressed Albatross—the grandeur of the Banff Springs Hotel lost on both of them.
Able again to alight and take flight at will, the Well-Dressed Albatross checked into the Banff Springs Hotel. In the lobby, where musicians performed the andantino of Verdi’s String Quartet in E minor, was the last person he ever wanted to see again, sitting in a wing chair.
As you’ll recall, Ukifune had been a volunteer at the hospital in question and had the presence of mind to grab a fire extinguisher and quench the flames. Pim and Bim learned of her timely and courageous response from Beijing television interview.