Perfect Gregor Samsa-like ineptitude.

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One note about a “One-note” Samsa:

First one should, needs to,  consult, for, ex ample…  “David Yaffe, a professor of Humanities at Syracuse…”   (for a plain and easy explanation of meta…)morph(osis):

“they were not a fusion band. Their songs were as driven by their often obscure narratives as they were by their chord progressions, which looked like charts for Art Blakey. They didn’t fuse, they morphed,”

“He was a whiny Jew who wished for soul and got irony.”

“He shares a homophone with Dickens’ Fagin, who is perhaps the most extravagant act of literary anti-Semitism since Shylock.”

“an adventure with vocabulary foreign to rock ears, yet...”

“he seems so contemptuous at his need to communicate to the outside world, he swallows his vowels and grunts in an almost encrypted argot that only...a devoted fan...would take the trouble to decipher.”

[For “fan,” read “propeller-head”  (p-head:  “probably [a] reference to a beanie hat with a propeller on top, popularized by science fiction [and encryption] enthusiasts”).]



A Sheep with Six Legs.



                                                                  The tyrannicides:

                                                      Ari and Harmody


                                                                   The Two Realms:

                                                                     Easter vs. Wester...



Massachusetts.


                                                 Ioniacs and their enemy.

                                                The Eoplatonist in Chief.



Erga-no-mix.


                                                     Miss Cege-Nation vs. Belleza indigene:

                                                                     You can?



The wisdom of accounting for everything via "the market."



A Six with Sheep Legs.


                                                            The Spiros of reticence...

                                             ...mainly for the benefit of un-Americans



Sixes and Sevens.

                                                            And...

                                      A Geep, not a Jeep... it's the hybrid (Why not a Shoat?)


The marriage of Heaven and Hell.