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Disk III was one of the most difficult of translation, due to the frequent usage of the "Jive Talk" dialect said to have originated in the mythical city of Mainfaust 10 Icy. At present there is insufficient data to establish even the existence of such a city on Earth One. However, in the event that such evidence should ever turn up-- and if "Jive Talk" does appear to have been the dialect of the region-- it will go far toward demonstrating the authenticity of the Disks. Be that as it may, we hope that the reader will find Disk III worth perusing. Disk III: At Hivad House Twas in the moratory yore, and Pye was tending an antiwar booth in the Strident Onion Building at Mome Fish Snake University, when he espied an urprimal appearation bippity boppin toward his coordinates on the skein of time and spice. Two words were written all over her, in multi-hued headlines: TEACHER and BEATNIK. Sporting a black beret and khaki backpack bookpack, she sidled up to him with a grin astride her chin. Raven-haired merrytravers-voiced amourzone cafe-warmin cave-wummin Hiva greeted Pye with smiles and activist empathy. Taggling along behind her the was the second ugliest man Pye'd ever seen (second only to Fleebus, of course). It was etchfaced captkirklike joehell coffeemane Adimus-- The two of them were liber movemental picketteers from the wayoutback come in from the cornstark to wagwarm themself by the pi aire and basque in the irae of the maggot-brained reaxhandlary cudzucurs. She was large, heavy, though only halfway to obesity and most of it in her gluteus maximus. That portion of her anatomy was singular in more ways than one, for it bore great cushions straight out behind, like some peoples of southern Africa. Her hair hung long and straight, black as any Oriental's, framing an oval face that was among the palest he'd ever scoped. Her skin was smooth as the proverbial silk. Now Adimus' face was etched in stone, but it was stone that had weathered and smoothed. The etched lines in his face were firmed but gentled, as if that countenance had gone through hell, highwater, heaven, and back through hell once more until his soul was way past putting up with any further ravages of weldsmartz. And his eyes had a look that said he'd be willing and able, past Helena and Elba, to go through it all yet again, if that path led to where he wanted to go. Any would-be obstructions had better look to themselves and consider relocating to a position off his path-- at least, as long as he, just like David Crockett, said, "This is it!" But there was also a mischievous glint in those eyes, pucklike above his rather normal nose and, let us face and forgive the cliches, roguish grin. It was a grin that could become a leer without inciting offense even in the most prudish of targets. "Cureuser and carousier," Pye marked them well, thinking, "Here, now, is a pair." Said she, "Youngboy, I've but newly come from stomping back and fro upon the terror, and I think my houseband and I have a tryst or two to teach that you might find a musefull-- not only in the current cumpain, but likewise in your life quest. For it's writhen all over you-- Your bodhi language swears that you seek the incomparable Cozymeek Jisma." "Hairy Christmouse!" Pye ousclimbed bywildermused. "You musky psychick! Hollyshtick Madrasmime, straighten me! Foramin ready!" "Nay nay," said the chat, "for that ye must come to Hivad House and starry dune for astonied soul wiccanik." And so it played that they made the date, the time and the plays Pye'd come and join the meldcarouse at Hivad House. The house of Hiva and Adimus, Hivad House, where Pye first allucidly learned the High Imagick and summoned from the Pith a woman made of referections-- But later for that. For the nonce it twonce that Pye and Fleebus, and many of their friends betides, clustered roundly at Hivad House, soft by Berkle Square, astonie's thoreau away from Cupraum's Treat and Mythisown Elvenue. Sheafer Dali was there, with Tiny Dove and Bonnie Sidhe, likewise Jane Djinn of Midtao, Aramie Outlandis, Cockerell Cruisent and his chief squeeze Thelema, Awed Juan, Owlish MacAnthros, Lilith O'Llyr and Wowed Lao DeWilde, among many utter loveheads, spaceheads, and outright angstheads. For havening untold heavening, suchedelic orogasm, free radicalizing, picketing and grin-at-ing, astral play-in, the tao of yao and mao of wao, encuntering and feelosophing, accolting and liber rating, ejudicating and sething free the kulturcracked mounds and hearths of fearmer and busy nestman, stud ant and whoswife, nonny and nunny, laing-hoed happy and wilde ide yappy, black panzer and knight merry prankstir, the gay and the goy, your porkless, your fatless, your unanimus corpsless, your culled, your ungrieved, your slack at dearth: The dolway at Hivad was never locked. All were wellcomm to tripse or rapse or sumptly cracksh. And the sky did breach. And the ground did ungulaze. And the Tartar did put aside his sell. And the loin did lay bestride the limb. And the myrsee dosed, and the dowsy dozed, and the dizzy ramseed eyefeed. And the voice of the archelon was heard in their heads. DISK IV: The Bikeman Karmyth That was the yore that was in witch Maimfees Stick You mandated that every male student (or at least, all first year fretsminds and sickend year softmeres) undergo aryoteasy training. This consisted mainly of long hours standing in a scraggly line out on the quantangle, dressed in rumpled, stilted eagles-cowed suits in order to study overcull and draftlife. "Everything not compulsive is foreboding," said the fat little flattop with inverted V's on his sleeves. Pye, being a conscience-us objectifire, refused the rotsy sirvex and drew a bonoose: a hextra funsical headication requirement. "We're gonna keep a file on you and you gotta take extra P.E. as penisance!" So he took his papers and his cards, turned in this, got signstampreturned that (and that, and that, and that), signed here (and here and here and here), and wounded his way through the maize of lackers in the basemind of the Boys Grym. As Pye wandered lost in the fizzhead department, a funtasm appeared: musecurler, peppery, with cyclopean brow andimaybewary grin. "Whence from Hell, palegrim?" the apallation bombed at him. "Whut?" Pye adaptly inquerried. "Where yuh growin, shystart?" Neanderschule amblified. "I dunno," Pye brittly replied. So it whirled that this self reclaimed oddority figure offered help and, as unable as Pye to find Pye's locker, let him use his own instead, the combination to which's lock Pye naturally forgot, and the funtome had of course, as unnaturally vanished without even a smuff of poke, leaving Pye's account-remnents locked away. Ideeless, keyless and feeless, Pye threaded his way-- once nameless, now numberless --through the bureaucritical mazes of Emesshoe, a man without accountry. A full thirty paces of the sun Pye searched, feeling like a Parsee Veil in Washaterialand. Finially he found the leather-encrusted motormongol abed in horspittal with a grievous vasextomy. It seemed the Fission King had been wounded in the thigh while routinely crashing his mortal cycle that selfsame day he'd vanquish from Pye's plight. Eli Reilly the maughty, chegrevarian evolutioneerie one day and sowed amerikan mercynary the next, then on to Nude Ellie, eating camelfood as a Caramelite Echorite Trappezestmonkey through the barumble on his magichoppah-- Red wings on his chest, red chains in his stunset, fouroll primate chain in one hand, preyer blades in tother, seven-forty hit lurelit in the third hand, calores on his solder, he feiched his way through the Crittvoraceous Error and luded smackdabbling in the sabine teas. Gnawing his onions, and hoppy to have his ka keys again, Pye initialighted Eli into the karassy karmrouse and brought this Hail Songreal cat home to Hivad House. Furlang they all teagripped and taotrekcked tokether, the Hivad familyair rayallity-- the concertratin campfun, the dharman strayshines, the hickheighting faer afeeld in rainsnore snowsnore, dribbling winded to Byron and Spackling Bierd-- Windy wendering uphell and overdill through Midtoan scrips, hashashimating to the twingtwangtwong chantchimes of Djimi Hindrishi, Mars and Lennon, Outlandis Rosin, Cause Destills Nation Jung, and the astonying Jesusfun Hairpling-- All the garretted ganderings in sensed raum, with shudders shoed, heedlights hitched high, myth brudders brewed, breedlites bitched ley: Mania wigspin had Hivad ere it met imp cycloses. "Better a lurid light than a lude alight," quoth the Nemo.
