‘Are
you an angel?’ the President asked as I passed through the high balcony’s door.
The religious ones are often swift to get the message, swift at drawing their
conclusions and swifter still at departing from them.
‘As
a matter of fact sir, I am,’ I replied. ‘I am an angel in both the figurative sense
of my mission and also in the literal sense: being the Greek for “messenger”. The
world’s religions all tell of many kinds of angel.’
‘Well,
which kind are you?’
‘I
am the kind which in English is most commonly associated with the word “of”.’
5 comments:
Of....what?
huh? Of what? I don't understand. :(
I'm afraid I have to join the queue in the line and echo " of...... what?"
Well, take your pick.
Death.
The Lord.
Hell.
The Apocalypse.
Who or what would send a self-proclaimed angel into a president's room through a high balcony anyway?
My point is, alas, rather blunt this week. Or moot. :-(
I vote for angel of fluffy kittens to cuddle. Is that a choice?
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