SOS Gab & Eti
SOS Gab & Eti, a tale of Bullamanka, satirizes outhouse pretension, historical revisionism, historic preservation, and the glorification of mundane objects. It uses rambling, digressive prose to tell the story of the Orgrease family's attempts to deal with their inherited portable toilet, and the ensuing chaos. The narrative jumps between Gabriel's ghostwritten memoir, the siblings' current predicament, and bizarre historical tangents, including their ancestor Matthew's prolific family, Judge Uckerknobb's conspiracy theories, and Pastor Jicklo's surreal teletransportation experience. It further explores the "Walking Outhouse," the debate over preserving or replacing the Orgrease toilet, and the George Washington Shat Here Foundation's quest for presidential excrement.
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The narrative digresses into the historical significance of single-occupancy toilets, pondering Marco Polo's pit stops and the potential Chinese expertise in humanure composting.
An ointment made of the juice, oil, and a little wax, is singularly good to rub cold and benumbed members." Nicholas Culpeper.
In line with the current topic we are reminded that a character in Ken Keransky's book Sometimes a Great Lotion (desperate in need of a soothing notion at this point in the narrative) used pages torn out of the Tibetan Book of the Dead in practice of her daily constitution. Thank God that Old George did not, as far as GWSHF will confirm, likewise find himself compressed too often to rely upon signed paperwork lying convenient at hand. Otherwise the population of Boston would probably still be stuck using soggy tea leaves, which, as I have heard rumored, causes one to remain consistently flushed and stiff in demeanor and is only moderated by a late-night flagon of Jamaican spiced-rum. Probably just another one of those bothersome urban myths.
Plugged up or otherwise defective plumbing is not of much good to a fledgling democratic republic and I would think the political scientists of academe would do well to contemplate the historical significance of single occupancy structures. There could be a whole new international movement, S. O. S. (Save Our Structures).
There are always detractors from any noble movements, and when they come down too abundantly, all conveniences have their inconveniences.
I'd be curious to know where Marco Polo stopped off during his travels. I would not in the least be shocked, as with so many other claims of cultural superiority, to find that the Chinese are thousands of years ahead of the West in development of specific composting technology. There has to be a text on the feng shui of one-holer jakes. I can just imagine things like, "Do not place door of mouse in dragon mouth.", or, " Better a lizard in the well than a poot in the toot." You know, those sort of things that seem to lose all sense in Americaneeze translation but sound ghoul kool and mysterious just the same.
To be continued... on the bus, again... well, almost on the bus, cross your legs and hold it...