I throw my apron into a corner and roll down my sleeves. I'm ready.

And it goes just like Rabelais says. I pass up the mayor's job and go

straight to Congress. In my third term I get a chance to cool those

two excitable characters--cool them politically, that is, and I do.

The only thing wrong is that Rabelais never lets me go into the future

to read the history books that tell what a great guy I was and the

things I did. So I'm never sure I'm doing the right thing. Like I tell

him, how can I be sure what to do if he won't let me read about what I

did?

... THE END

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