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BabbageBabbage by Drattigan
Few have eaten Babbage.
"He doesn't look nice, that's all."
"Not ugly, no. Just funny looking."
I nodded. He was right. He was funny looking. Babbage had a nose like a maroon. I felt marooned looking at it.
"He's alright though. Don't get me wrong. As a fellow." (He pronounced it "fella"). "But I wouldn't eat him. I wouldn't. Nah, nah." (He pronounced it "nah, nah").
"Wouldn't you? Why?"
"Few have, have they."
And here we were. Back at the beginning. Full circle. "Few have eaten Babbage", I had said that before. And he was right. I was right. Few have eaten Babbage. He wasn't lying.
"You're lying," I said, wincing.
"You're lying!" he said. "I'm not lying."
"But you are. You are. I can tell."
"How?" (He pronounced it "ow"). "How can you tell?"
I was reluctant to answer.
I was still fairly reluctant to answer. There was a pause.
"How?" he said with his eyebrows.
I looked at him.
"I," I said. "I have a moustache."
"You're lying again."
He was right. I was lying. I didn't ha
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