JINNI ASKS: Is there something PC knows that she is not telling us? I refer to her comment: 'in these pre-apocalyptic days of late capitalism'. Pre-apocalyptic? Should I start stocking up on baked beans and bottles of water, to say nothing of several hundred novels to read while starving, and/or fighting of the hungry hordes?PC replies dolefully: Yes.
Between the fundies and the economic rationalists (not to mention the fundie economic rationalists -- it's a big overlap), I really do think we are in for it one way or another; if the crusades don't get us the climate change will, while those in charge simply go on using the profit motive as a justification for everything from climate change denial to sending more troops to Baghdad.
If Jinni is who I think she is, she is better equipped than I to foretell the future in any case. ;-)
SCENE: THE BLASTED HEATH
EMILY: "Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble" .. um ... eye of newt and toe of frog? Poison'd entrails? Baboon's blood? Bugger, I can't remember how this goes.
ANNE: This is Yorkshire, there are no baboons for miles. Will one of the dogs do?
EMILY: No! Don't you dare touch those dogs!
ANNE: Pity.
EMILY: "When shall we three meet again?"
CHARLOTTE: Oh God, don't say that. You know not what you say, Em. As usual.
EMILY: Look, shut up and play properly, will tha'? "In thunder, lightning or in rain."
ANNE: "Oh, if only we could get to Moscow!"
CHARLOTTE: "Who's been sleeping in my bed?"
ANNE: "All for one, and one for all!"
[CHARLOTTE and ANNE ROHLTAO*
* Roll on the heather laughing their arses off]
EMILY: You never play properly! I hate you! [Runs off sobbing.]
ANNE [sitting up]: That's funny, I never thought of Emily as a wuss.
CHARLOTTE: Very out of character. Must be the red cordial.
ANNE: Or the water supply to the parsonage, you know, the underground channel that feeds the well, the one that runs through that very overcrowded graveyard right next to the house.
CHARLOTTE: Good point.
ANNE: Or the genetic modification.
CHARLOTTE: [Looking round her thoughtfully at the blasted heath]: Actually, you know, I think it might be a bit late for that. Look how blasted this heath is.
ANNE: You mean ...?
CHARLOTTE: Yes, I think it's all over. Let's go.
ANNE: Go where?
[They do not move.]
