Spent yesterday pub-crawling with L., who stands to become my drinking-personal-trainer if she isn't careful. She's off to the middle West to deal with family tragedy.
We talked about a number of things, but something there reminded me of this from Le Ton Beau de Marot. So this is a copied bit of that, for you L:
... In other words, E = mc2. And who was it that dreamed up this stunning talekennish likeness? Although Andreson names no names in his work, we all call back to our minds that it was Albert One Stone, that mightily wideknown but soft-spoken worldkenseeker.
And it was old One Stone, too, who first guessed and then showed that the Pull Down on all things -- the Pull that gives us weight, the Pull toward the ground that we feel at all times -- is not a true pull at all, but what is known as a "fake pull" -- the same kind of pull as pulls things from the hub toward the rim of a wheel that spins. Such pulls are called "fake" since they all go up in smoke when you make a shift in what you deem to be "at rest". Though but a shift in your head -- though but a trick in how you look at things -- such a shift casts all things in a new light. Mind you, fake pulls are not like most pulls, for they make all things, be they great or slight in weight, pick up speed at one and the same clip (a truth most odd, in truth). Thus, since the Pull Down on all things is this way, old One Stone was tipped off that he might try to see it as a fake pull. No one else had thought to do this, though it had been plain as day for all to see for scores of years. When One Stone tried this out, he soon found that the Pull Down could well come from a Bend in the shape of the Great Bare Frame whose three sides are called "length", "width", and "height" (that is, north and south, east and west, up and down), and through which we all wend our way. This Great Frame, which no one can see, has Stuff in it here and there; and the Bend in it, which no one can see, comes from the Stuff in the Frame: The more Stuff found in a spot, the more bent is the Frame near that spot, and thus the more the Pull seems strong there. The Bend is, if truth be told, in Time as well as in the Frame, for Time, too, can be thought of as a side with no ends, a side that runs from "no more" to "not yet", and when thisfourth side is blent with the three old sides of the Great Bare Frame, it makes one thing -- a new Great Bare Frame with four sides, none of which can be seen or felt, yet which are all in truth there. A Bend in such a weird Frame is a most hard thing to think of, and yet it is the way things are: It is what makes sticks and stones fall to Earth, our Moon float high up in the sky, and light from far stars bend in flight. All these things old One Stone wrote down four score years back, and in ten years or so from that time all had been shown to be true by folks whose job is to gaze at the night sky's lights. New Town's old laws were thus shoved to the side and flung in the bin of "once right as right can be, and still kind of right, but now a bit less right".
By the way, I wrote that long chunk (and this short chunk) while tied by two tight ropes at once: first of all, I used but words that have no truck with tongues that folks in old Greece and Rome once spoke, way back when, in days long gone; on top of that, all words I used have but one speech bite each. And this is why one might say, as a bit of a joke yet for that no less in truth, that I have here killed two birds with One Stone.