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The Devil’s Trill
"Hey, a soul can't be bought, nor can a soul be sold." — Thompson Twins, "Shake It Down," Queer
Who could count how many musicians have sold their souls for unearthly talent? The violinist Paganini was rumored to have made such a contract, and the blues guitarist Robert Johnson famously bragged that he had. We’re by no means suggesting that either the British pop band Thompson Twins or the German soul/electro singer Billie Ray Martin sold their souls for their exquisite musical abilities. (If we were indeed privy to such diabolical secrets, we’d be all the less likely to whisper them about!) We merely call your attention to the unconventional personage who accompanied each band on stage. Wearing a large hat that obscures his face, this archetypal figure in black looked nothing like the rest of the band. Exuding aloofness and confidence, this maverick appeared to be some sort of "puppet master,” pulling the band’s strings even as he manipulated his own bass or steel guitar. In the case of Thompson Twins, the mysterious figure even brazenly shape-shifts, his shadow growing larger and smaller as he performs behind a massive screen. Of course, two different musicians played out the role of the hat-wearing figure in black; while their identities are known, it is the archetype they played out that is in question. Figure One: the bassist in black (right) looks nothing like the zany members of Thompson Twins in this 1985 Liverpool performance.  Figure Two: The bassist looms over the band. Here he is seen in enlarged shadow form.  Figure Three: Another view of the mysterious bassist looming over vocalist Tom Bailey.  Figure Four: Shapeshifting from behind a screen, the enigmatic bassist repeatedly changes size.  Figure Five: Behind Billie Ray Martin sits Mr. X, his face always hidden by his incongruous cowboy hat, in this 1995 performance on the "Later With Jools Holland” television program.  Figure Six: What archetype is this mysterious figure playing out, performing a pedal steel guitar in an electronic dance band? 
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"The cone room turned out to be shaped like a giant cone, unsurprisingly. In its center was an old woman wearing a snowy shroud. 'I am the Ice Queen Crone,' she said." — Piers Anthony, Demons Don't Dream (1994)
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Hecamede now drew up for them a polished table / With blue enamelled feet, and set on it / A bronze basket, and next to it an onion / Grated for their drink, and pale green honey, / And sacred barley meal. Then she set down / A magnificent cup the old man had brought from home, / Studded with gold rivets. It had four handles, / With a pair of golden doves pecking at each, / And a double base beneath. . . . / Into this cup Hecamede, beautiful as a goddess, / Poured Pramnian wine, grated goat cheese into it / With a brazed grater, and sprinkled white barley on top. / She motioned for them to drink. —Homer, The Iliad, translated by Stanley Lombardo, 1997.
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Saint Gear Patron of Clockwork Parts.
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From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook:
Inspired by Jeff at Omegaword, who owes us a round of laser resurfacing for all the laugh lines.
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"I mean, who wears ties these days? Come home at night, take this noose off, and my neck looks like I've been the guest of honor at a lynching." — Richard Marinick, Boyos (2004)
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Southwest Airlines was envisaged not with a paper airplane (as Hollywood might lead you to believe) but rather on the back of a napkin. (See this BusinessWeek article for a picture of the doodle.) It could be said (though it won't be) that the napkin's flexibility has "rubbed off" on the company, not to mention elegance, durability, absorbability, and stain resistance. Speaking of napkins in Hollywood, it appears that an uncanny look-alike of former Senator John Edwards has written a book about napkin doodling. (Surprisingly, and some might say disappointingly, the book is printed on regular paper.)
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"Whenever you encounter a situation that seems to have a lock on it, one of these keys will fit. As you become more accustomed to using them, you will more quickly recognize which one to use." — Stephen Arterburn and David A. Stoop, Transformation (2006)
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Like a sprawling, misshapen Christmas tree the lights of Sector Twelve General Hospital blazed against the misty backdrop of the stars. From its view- ports shone lights that were yellow and red- orange and soft, liquid green, and others which were a searing actinic blue. There was darkness in places also. Behind these areas of opaque metal plating lay sections wherein the lighting was so viciously incandescent that the eyes of approaching ships' pilots had to be protected from it, or compartments which were so dark and cold that not even the light which filtered in from the stars could be allowed to penetrate to their inhabitants. —James White, Hospital Station, 1962.
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"The Sumerian epic of Gilgamesh might be the oldest piece of literature we have; it has lost nothing of its original freshness. Gilgamesh for Apes is an attempt to translate it into the pictorial language used by American and Japanese primate centres teaching language to great apes."
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"No matter what I rolled, it was either a duplicate of something I already had on my score sheet or a useless set of dice that could only go into my 'Chance' column." — Brian Frazer, Hyper-Chondriac (2007)
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