Think yer febrile tiny mind could sort through the (n+\ufffd)-dimensional save-face-space, twist a few interstices and an aureola or two -- better than Madame Chance with the no-dice cup?

As to poor Roland.. hey! he'd have gotten a better deal in the non-Engrish genuflecting world: at least 17 virgins, a gold-plated supercharged Hum-Vee and a casino where every play was a Winner (+ a mansion to store the swag in).

('Course ol Roland would trade it all in, just to shake hands with Manet or Monet or maybe Wolfgang..) He didn't strike me as fodder for a crass Con$umer-grade Kismet. Y'know?

Stay dry
..or I'll hafta rat ya out to yer Parole Officer. Again.


Om Mane Padme Hom y'all