Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The blind musician plays discordant

Of course, I crashed, now invalidated (tucked up in bed and I am going to miss the interview) and I took the first pill. (These were not from the registered Incurable or Psi Cop, ENFJ, but off
the shelf).

In the Middle West, a chirm of Goldfinches (INFJ) hung around the feeding station.
In the Far West, a Dire Wolf (ENTJ) was living in the little cottage in the woods. Not that the
Eagle (INTP) can be bothered to look.
In the Middle East, the Scalded Pony (ESFJ) was in charge of the Picnics.
The army was from Sodom.
It is not surprising that everybody got sick.
In another part of the Far West one of the exiles (ISFJ) (The Black Guard transportation scheme) had returned.

Back at the Railway Yard, the ambivalent Panda (ISTP acting) has been threatened to stay out, but the Brass Farthing (ISTP) is too near. The Landlord (ESTJ standard Bully) is telling lies and is now persona non-grata with me.

Perseus
http://soredragon.blogspot.com/

I revert to Dragon (INFP) status when ill and hide in the barrow with the treasure.

The Incurables use double-speak, the Schizoid Personality Disorder is really the Information
Deficit Disorder.