affame_le_geant_boffden's_speech fyn gula and so puppertwinkle would have no problem undertanding, boffden spoke in spanish. here is his speech, translated to the english, in its entirity: "in death, there is perfection. there is the silent compact with god, the goodbye whisper of spirit to flesh. purpose complete. destiny finished. but, for those like you, who have seen death and triumphed, there is a purpose not yet perfected. we may read the works of turgenev and dostoevsky and find unmitigated satisfaction, and then we find in van gogh's letters a perfection that goes beyond both of these. it is the triumph of the individual over art. here, then, in one and the same medium, we have two kinds of perfection. puppertwinkle, you are ready to complete your quest. to make perfect that which is only art. listen now. this is your list of what you must do next. 1. prepare saumboo and frau werzenwozen for a journey of considerable length and take the four gifts of the box of treasure with you. 2. go west little dog. 3. find baeroun. he is my ambassador and the only one who can defeat proina. she stands in our way and will destroy us all if she can. he will awaken frau werzenwozen. her presence is vital, as the day of the revolution that will not be televised draws nearer. baeroun is also the key which shall open the lock that prevents us from crossing the bridge between worlds. saumboo is the lock, and in his completed form will will enable us to cross back and forth with passionate abandon. tattoo this on your soul: "you are the question. the answer is the world." it will serve you and is your one guarantee of success in all you set out to do. remember it and you will not fail. all of mankind will benefit because you are its hope." the hologram of boffden holding the child faded like a ghost in a fog until it was no more. the music also faded until there was only the sound of crickets. the light left tripod's eyes and she stood motionless. puppertwinkle sighed deep and long. he realized who the baby that boffden held symbolized: him. he was a baby in the new world that awaited him. a fresh life beginning and there was no mother's breast to nurse upon. 021108 what's it to you? who go blather from