If I may be perfectly blunt. (Oh, no, not again.) OK, but if I'm not, how will I communicate?
Here's the deal, see. Your world-class osteopathic surgeon is about to remove part of your skeleton and replace it with a metal prosthesis. You're going to be on bed rest for several weeks, if not months. We just might be a lifeline to the World At Large, and to the sanity that Paul finds by communicating his Paulness. His Paulosity. So, if you leave us, it may hurt you as bad as it will hurt us.
A world without Paul is too horrible to contemplate.
Odysseus spent ten years going through the most incredible bullshit just to get back home to his wife, son and dog. Actually, you could say it was twenty, because he was fighting Trojans for ten, as well.
I trust that somehow you will fight your way back to us, despite jarring color combinations, despite blinking advertisements. Chart your course past Scylla and Charybdis. We'll be waiting. |
