Jack Vettriano The Great Poet

Jack Vettriano The Great PoetJack Vettriano The Gathering CloudsJack Vettriano The First Audition
the protrusion into our dimension of vast hyperintelligent pan- dimensional the cheese and the squeaking is just a front." The old man paused, and with a sympathetic frown continued. "They've been experimenting on you I'm afraid." Arthur thought about this for a second, and then his face cleared. "Ah no," he said, "I see the source of the down a maze the wrong way, eating the wrong bit of cheese, unexpectedly dropping dead of myxomatosis, - if it's finely calculated the cumulative effect is enormous." He paused for effect. "You see, Earthman, they really are particularly clever hyperintelligent pan-dimensional beings. Your planet and people have formed the a ten- million-year misunderstanding now. No, look you see, what happened was that we used to do experiments on them. They were often used in behavioural research, Pavlov and all that sort of stuff. So what happened was hat the mice would be set all sorts of tests, learning to ring bells, run around mazes and things so that the whole nature of the learning process could be examined. From our observations of their behaviour we were able to learn all sorts of things about our own ..." Arthur's voice tailed off. "Such subtlety ..." said Slartibartfast, "one has to admire it." "What?" said Arthur. "How better to disguise their real natures, and how better to guide your thinking. Suddenly running