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- From: davidr@cs.tamu.edu (David E Randolph)
- Newsgroups: rec.humor.oracle.d
- Subject: The Smoke-Filled Room revisited...
- Date: 22 Nov 1992 17:42:50 GMT
- Organization: Computer Science Department, Texas A&M University
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- Hey folks!
-
- I recently sent out the question below and got three responses which I
- enjoyed, but I was rather hoping for a confession written in the
- same style as the question. Is anyone game?
-
- No <ZOT>ing of Apollo this time...actually, since Apollo was considered
- to be the god of divination, I understand it was to him that the
- Delphic Oracle spoke, so in my eyes, Apollo is like the Oracle's boss
- (but for contractual reasons must still grovel when asking O a question).
- Generally, I wouldn't expect an employee to waste his own employer,
- unless the employee was a mobster or a postman or something, especially
- during an internal investigation. I don't think the Oracle is completely
- immune from internal scrutiny; Prometheus thought he was and look at
- what happened to _him_.
-
- > Smoke lazily curled around the languidly wheeling paddles of the
- > overhead fan, catching the light of the cramped and stifling
- > room's solitary lamp. The halon lamp had been tilted to point directly
- > at a single figure in the windowless chamber, seated upon a chair worn
- > smooth by countless occupants. The figure drew a breath from a
- > Lucky Strike cigarette, silently cursed the black pentacle drawn upon the
- > floor around him, and tried unsuccessfully to conceal his nervousness.
- > The four other occupants of the room, two seated and two standing with
- > arms folded, were all obscured by the effulgent beam of light. Apollo
- > stood up, adjusted his tunic, and stretched. The figure started to
- > stand up as well, but Apollo waved him to sit back down. The god
- > stepped into the lamplight and peered down at the prisioner. Both
- > the god and the suspect might have seemed flawlessly handsome to a
- > mortal, but they could see in each other's faces the subtle blemishes
- > and signs of age that even the gods themselves cannot conceal from each
- > other.
- >
- > Said Apollo, "From the top. Again."
- >
- > Replied the figure, "Oh, COME ON! We've been over this a thousand times!"
- >
- > Unmoved, Apollo withdrew from the light and sat down again. "Your story
- > leaves us with too many questions. So, again, I will ask:
- >
- > Oh all-seeing Oracle, whose hair is combed by the passing stars,
- > whose lips utter wisdoms ancient and ulterior,
- >
- > Where were you on the night before John F. Kennedy's assassination?"
-