The _Ledger_ said: "We're not soaping you for a loan--we needed
interpolation."
"Aha?"
The _Record_ said: "The dope means interpretation. We got one of those
official releases again. All words and no sense."
"I mean interpolation," the _Ledger_ said. "We got to have some one
read implications into this barren chaff."
I said: "Brothers, you want exaggeration and I'm not going to be it
this time. Too risky."
* * * * *
So I trotted up the ramp to the main floor and went to the deputy
vice's office and then I thought: "I've got a big thing here, why
bother with the small fry?" I did a turnabout and went straight to the
controller's suite. I knew it would be tough to get in because the
controller has live secretaries--no voders. He also happens to have
four receptionists. Beautiful, but tough.
The first never saw me. I breezed right by and was in the second
anteroom before she could say: "What is it, pa-lee-azz?" The second was
warned by the bang of the door and grabbed hold of my arm as I tried to
go through. I got past anyway, with two of them holding on, but number
three added her lovely heft and I bogged down. By this time I was
within earshot of the controller so I screamed: "Down with Stability!"
Sure I did. I also shouted: "Stability is all wrong! I'm for Chaos.
Hurray for Chaos!" and a lot more like that. The receptionists were
shocked to death and one of them put in a call for emergency and a
couple of guys hanging around were all for boffing me. I kept on
downing with Stability and fighting toward the sanctum sanctorum et
cetera and having a wonderful time because the three girls hanging on
to me were strictly class and I happily suffocated on Exuberant No. 5.
Finally the controller came out to see what made.
They let go of me and the controller said: "What's the meaning of
this?... Oh, it's you."