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Unortunately, I believe there has been a mix-up and that we got the wrong letter through some sort of unlucky error. Nevertheless, the letter is here for your reading pleasure, and it is my sincere hope that someone somewhere in Paris, reading a letter to N-Com readers, decides (for some reason) to offer Margarina a job. And that's all I have to say. I'm tapdancing my way out of here! - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - A LETTER FROM FRANCE - - - - -- -------={by Margarina Cataclysma}=------- -- - - - - Merchant, Archetypical Petty-Bourgeois, Parasite upon PURE THOUGHT, I salute you, you without knowledge of what circumstances contrived to put us each in our respective places, To my detriment, and possibly to your great dismay, but also possibly not, I am without a valid working Visa, here in France. However, and this is the crucial point, my ineligibility to work does not imply unwillingness to work. In fact, I am eager, and it is for this reason I am writing you now. I should like to begin with a discussion of my assets; that is to say, the skills I possess, by which your firm might profit. My early years (by which I mean the years prior to this year) were spent in Canada. I have a facile and fluid grasp of all the English languages, which, as you must know, are spoken by all denizens of the illustrious Commonwealth, as well as residents of the American republic and refined souls everywhere. Indeed, English has become something of a lingua franca. My French, however, is rotten (although, as you must know, this tongue is also spoken amongst many Canadians including, shamefully, my own family, who detestably neglected to instruct me in the Arts of this dialect). When I say rotten, I mean improving by leaps and bounds, and in fact I intend that your customers, should you give me the privilege, will aid my progress. Of course language is the most rudimentary skill -- merely a clumsy means of making contact with the eternal values of the mind -- and I shall speak no more of it. It is no exaggeration to say that I am exceedingly well read, yet have never wasted my time reading when I could be out of doors. Moreover, I am a partisan of intellectual coöperation. Hugo wrote: "sous la forme imprimée, la pensée est impérissable, volatile, indestructible. Du temps de l'architecture, elle se faisait montagne, maintenant elle se fait troupe d'oiseaux, s'éparpille aux quatre vents, occupe tous les points de l'espace. On peut démolir une masse, non extirper l'ubiquité. Vienne le déluge, la montagne disparaît, mais les oiseaux volent encore." I am the four winds, scattering the little birds of wisdom, while I fear you are the mountain, rained on. In terms of the more mundane aspects of this job, I have full comprehension of the alphabetical system of organization. I also have some numeracy, and if occasion or whim demands I make fabulous graphs, including those with multiple coördinate axes. I do not expect you to make full use of my talents. On my previous visit I observed disorderly piles of hastily written pulps; the improbable persistence of these intemperate conditions, especially in view of property values in this Sodom and the flaccidity of your so-called customer base -- all this convinces me that you cannot expect very much from your employees. Indeed, not being familiar with persons of my caliber, you can have no basis for expecting more than the most mongreloid [by which I mean a canine of uncertain parentage] fumblings. It must be apparent by now that my skills are incomparable. Therefore, it remains only to negotiate a salary. It might well be tolerable to sit with you, crazy eights or whatever it is that you do to while away your time, all the while pulling in 'triple digits'. Probably, it is unreasonable of me to expect, dream, such glory. I daresay, if permitted some hours amongst your aging bestsellers, I would be content to remove one or two, liberating space for the more erudite titles I will suggest, thus reviving the public's flagging interest in your stock. As you can see, my purpose is multiplicitous. Do not insult me with more questions on related topics. If you remain curious, but find yourself unable to infer what little other information you might like to have, remember that in fact I am merely seeking employment. Do not for an instant entertain fantasies that I might assist in the production of tedious offspring that you may or may not dream of installing in this dim world, later to infect them with your obviously peculiar brand of nightmare. Prepare yourself for my visit, perhaps by clearing your agenda in the afternoon of Tuesday week, and we shall have a brief conference. Do not trouble yourself about the exact hour since prescience is impossible in these matters. (I am not yet sufficiently acquainted with you to have settled on an appropriate closing. Until then, I remain,) Margarina Cataclysma - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - ROCK BOTTOM - - - - -- -------========={by BMC}==========------- -- - - - - He stopped for a moment as he opened the small door. He looked around, saw the slurpee machine, the rows of chips and chocolate bars, advertisements plastered on the walls, and the clerk behind the counter. He scanned for familiar faces, saw none, and committed himself to that most heinous act. He put the styrofoam cup in the door, closed it, and pressed the one minute button. As he gazed in to see the cup of noodles on the rotating plate, he caught his own reflection in the glass. He turned away quickly, unable to stand the sight of himself. He had once been a chef, but after the convenience store opened up next to the restaurant he worked in, business was slow and they had to lay him off. Now, in a final twist of irony, he had spent his last dollar in the very store that had ruined his life. When his supper was ready, he unwrapped the plastic fork, preparing to eat what would be his last meal. - - - - -- -------===========================------- -- - - - - The Neo-Comintern Magazine / Online Magazine is seeking submissions. Unpublished stories and articles of an unusual, experimental, or anti-capitalist nature are wanted. Contributors are encouraged to submit works incorporating any or all of the following: Musings, Delvings into Philosophy, Flights of Fancy, Freefall Selections, and Tales of General Mirth. The more creative and astray from the norm, the better. For examples of typical Neo-Comintern writing, see our website at . 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