Grandmatology

    Arthur blinked, and understood nothing.

    (ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRINE SLIDE OF KNIFE)?

    After all, "nothing" was easier than "being", although he had to be careful to think about it (and — nothing) without thinking it, as it were, itself, if it has one, which he was not sure whether to doubt or not. Oh dear! Oh shut up!

"No representation without textification!" Professor Igloo declared vehemently, but was struck squarely on the head by a copy of "On Grandmatology II: this time it's personal", hurled by a gnu called Boris. He then demolished the pie. "I was hungry," he later claimed in self defence, to the Roving Armed Vegetarians In New Guinea and Madagascar Against Death — or Raving Mad, as they were better known.