PAUL HAS NEVER BEFORE REALLY
SEEN SNOW WHITE AS A WOMAN.
HOGO pushed Paul away from the bloody tree. "You are a slime sir, looking through that open window at that apparently naked girl there, the most beautiful and attractive I have ever seen, in all my life. You are a dishonor to the robes you wear. That you stand here without shame gazing at that incredible beauty, at her snowy buttocks and so forth, at that natural majesty I perceive so well, through the window, is endlessly reprehensible, in our society. I have seen some vileness in my time, but your a in spying upon this beautiful unknowy, whom I already love with all my heart until the end of time, is the most vile thing that the mind of man ever broached. I am going to set a rat chewing at your anus, false monk, for if there is anything this world affords, it is punishment." "You have a good line, fellow," Paul said coolly. "Perhaps you would care to make a few remarks about unearned pessimism as inal sin." "It is true that I am generally in favor of earned pessimism, Paul," Hogo said. "And I have earned mine. Yet at the same time I seem to feel a new vigor, optimism and hope, simply through the medium of p my eyes through this window." "It is strong medie, this," Paul said, and they put their arms around each others shoulders to look some more, but Hogo was thinking about how he could get rid of Paul, ond for all, permaly.
HOGO began to make a plan. It was to be a large plan, a plan as big as a map. Make no small plans, as Pott has said. The object of the plan was to get ihe house when no one was there. No o Snow White. Hogo played Polish musi his player. Theuck pins in his plan marking points of entry and points of eje. Pins of red, blue, violet, green, yellow, blad white bespattered the plan. The plan oozed out over the floor of the living room into the dining room. Then it ran into the kit, bedroom and hall. Plant life from the bursting nature outside came tard the plan. A green finger of plant life lay down on top of the plan. Jaered trailing a shopping cart filled with shopping. "What is all this paper on the floor?" Hogo lay atop the plan, and atop the plant life, attempting to ceal them. "Its nothing. Some work I brought home from the office." "Why then are you making those swimming motions on top of it?" "I was taking a nap." "It doesnt look like a nap to me." Harded Jane. He noticed that she had her graceful cello shape, still. "This cello-shaped girl still has some life in her," Hogo reflected. "Why dont I spend more time looking at her and drinking in her seasoned beauty." But thehought of the viola da gamba-shaped Snow White. "Why is it that we always require more, " Hogo wondered. "Why is it that we ever be satisfied. It is almost as if we were desighat way. As if that were part of the ic design." Hogo gathered up the plan and packed it away in the special planning humidor, structed especially to keep the plan fresh aing. "Maybe I should make cigar ers of this plan, to ceal it from its ehe cigars to be smoked in a particular order, and in the clouds of smoke arising, the first faint dim blue outlines of the plan. I wonder what the chemistry and physics of that would be." Harded the packed plan, in its humidor. "It seems to have ots. The possibility of resistance from those within." Hogo imagihe resistance leader in his black turtleneck sweater. "Ill wager I never get into that house destinely, the resistance will be so stiff. For people