"That is between you and our National Office," Randolph supposed.
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If I'd previously read this book, I could explain what Randolph's National Office was, answering the only real question anybody might have about this line. But that's not the way I do things. I don't watch a movie in preparation of watching a movie, mainly so I can answer my Aunt's stupid questions every thirty seconds. I just consume the media I'm consuming and figure it out as I go, maybe not totally understanding it until I write about it or talk it out with a friend later. Currently, I don't really have anybody who wants to talk with me about Against the Day (certainly not at this excruciating pace). If you've stumbled on this blog to find out an answer to what Randolph's National Office is, you're out of luck here. I'm sure there's an Against the Day wiki somewhere online that can answer all of your questions in the most boring and matter of fact way. Which I've come to learn is the way most Internet denizens like their facts. If they get a whiff of hyperbole or facetiousness or whimsy, they . . . no, you know what? They'd never recognize it in this context. If it isn't a stupid meme that they've seen five hundred times before making fun of something somebody else loves, they simply read whimsy or facetiousness as plain old ignorance and stupidity. They only like finding a joke in a discussion that's supposed to be intelligent and rational so that they can completely miss the humor, take the whimsical statement literally, and tell the person who made the joke exactly how stupid they are.
Why am I even on the Internet? I hate this place so much! That's why I call it "Dad."
"National Office"
I should at least speculate, right?! The National Office is probably an agnostic or atheistic scientific organization making observations of the world so they can sit in a stuffy office and nod knowingly at the predictions they all make based on the data. Then they do nothing to change the world for the better because they're too busy sitting around seeing if their predictions come true so they can pat themselves on the back. Oh! Like this blog! That's what I'm really doing with this blog! Putting in writing how well I understood this book while I was reading it without any outside input about it!
Oh, I also think the National Office is like the Federation in Star Trek. But instead of going where no man has gone before, they just fly around above where men have gone and keep a spying pervy eye on them.
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