The oral history of
moral authority is
not a reality play.
It’s called The Yeti
Make Spaghetti in
Their Yurts. I’ll
have a yoghurt
with that. Get it?
Oh, the door’s right
there, see it flapping
in the polar wind? But
I wouldn’t venture out
there if I were you,
what with all of the
spikes. Which I don’t
worry about too much,
given how hard it is for
one to penetrate the ice.
