"Perhaps" the professor droned on, "on another

"Perhaps" the professor droned on, "on another Earth the War of Northern Aggression might have been lost by the Glorious South - but of course that is nothing but pure poppycock."

A tittering was heard across the lecture hall. Students enjoyed words like "poppycock" because such words made them think of things other than history. The professor knew

that such words were the "ish!" The professor loved such words. He would say them real slow and loud. He'd punch wall to accentuate these words that the students really needed to

absorb. Most of the brighter bulbs grasped that when the professor started gesticulating wildly it was time to pay attention. That stuff would be on the exam. But some kids just

memorized the weird movements of the professor, collaborated on avant-garde cinema based upon said gestures, and ultimately won Palme d'Or at Cannes. "I have no idea what the hell

The movie was about, but I loved it. The defenestrating aspect of the plot commenced when Dr. Panmdgvvxi took a swig of schnapps so he could get to sleep", Lyla told Polly.

Polly knodded. She always nodded to Lyla's verbal diarrhea. It was a symptom of her addled mind,but she loved her Aunt dearly, dabbed the corners of her mouth & put her to bed.

Suddenly Lyla grabbed Polly's wrist and with clearly lucid eyes whispered, "The Last Folder is coming. Fold & Pass as you must but beware of the rust & lust you find in the dust."

The penultimate folder stood awkwardly in the corner as the death scene played out. Lyla spit up some blood then exhaled her last breath. Polly steeled herself for the Last Folder

but the words came fast and furious. "Polly, put the kettle on," the last folder wrote, "We'll all have tea, and wait for the police." Shaking, she set the kettle on the stove.