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To: DMaA who wrote (2988)	12/7/2008 10:12:01 AM
From: Tom Clarke	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 3816

The French are a little baffling. They celebrate Bastille Day as some great victory over altar and throne. What really happened that day was they liberated four forgers, two lunatics, and the Marquis de Sade. >>Hey, here’s a new idea for an episode of Doctor Who: SCENE: It is 1931. a Frenchman sits at a café table on the Champs Elysée. It is Jean-Paul Sartre. He is drinking cognac and reading a French magazine. (Wheeze wheeze wheeze wheeze VWORP VWORP VWORP VWORP.) A blue box with the words “POLICE PHONE BOX“ on it materializes in front of Sartre, who is nonplussed. The box is the Tardis. The door of the Tardis opens and a tall, thin man in a long brown coat steps out. It is the Doctor. He is carrying a cricket bat. He approaches Sartre and looks down at him. DOCTOR: M. Sartre? SARTRE: Mais oui! DOCTOR: Jean-Paul Sartre? SARTRE: (warily) Yes, monsieur, that is my name. DOCTOR: The Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre, the existentialist philosopher, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, political activist, biographer, and literary critic, one of the leading Figures in 20th Century French philosophy? (Ed: the Doctor reads Wikipedia.) SARTRE: (Amazed) I am? (The Doctor then raises the cricket bat and brings it down on Sartre’s head. Sartre falls out of his chair and sprawls inert on the pavement.) DOCTOR: Not any more. (The door to the Tardis opens. A young girl with long brown hair, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt with the initials CUNY across the front of it looks out.) GIRL: Is it done? DOCTOR: (Looking down at Sartre.) Yup. When he wakes up in the hospital he’ll have forgotten everything he learned at the Sorbonne. He’ll decide to go into chicken farming in Provence. Being and Nothingness will never be written. GIRL: Thank you, Doctor! DOCTOR: Now, who’s next on the list… (Still speaking, he and the girl go back into the Tardis and close the door. A few seconds later the Tardis dematerializes.) victorysoap.us