The Rhetorician

    by Misha Cahill



The problem with Einstein was that he had no imagination ... No, look,
I've drunk more than this before and it hasn't affected me.  What was
I saying? Einstein.  Typical German.  Desperate to impress.  He came
up with these theories, no thought of the consequences ... I am quite
a good psychologist.  I've picked things up from TV.  But this country
-- it's bloody rugby, rugby, rugby.  I like soccer.  I'll pay you back
tomorrow, definitely, just fill it to the top ...  Sarah, does your
stinginess stem from losing all your boyfriends?  Cane, you're not
going to drop her, are you?  I would – ha ha ha.  Of course, everyone
likes different types, different people.  It's all the books I've
read, they've corrupted me, made me expect certain things ....  No,
we've still got half your bottle to drink!  Remember the Violent
Femmes?  Why can't I get, just one FUCK -- used to like that.  FUCK.
FUCK.  Reminded me of my uncle, the molesting bastard ... shocked you,
have I?  Want to get home to your family, Simon?  A regular little
Brady Bunch you've got.  Look like a tribe of Nazi stormtroopers
walking up the street.  Cause they're blonde.  No offense ... I used
to watch the Brady Bunch with my kids.  Re-runs.  Quite traumatised
when it went off the air.  Didn't we used to love it, Bobby?  No, I
know there's no Bobby here.  It was a rhetorical question.
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About the Author:

Misha Cahill has had stories published in VerbSap, Skive, Thieve's
Jargon, Long Story Short, and Smokebox.   She lives in Wellington and
likes reading and watching television.
Copyright © 2005 by Misha Cahill