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with a sweeping gesture, he stood boldly upon the sofa, seizing the attention of everyone in the room. he thrust forward his fist, and said, "look, everyone! i'm diderot!" everyone laughed. he opened his fist, and said, "look! now i'm ptolemy." there was more laughter, although no one really understood the joke.
he made a kicking motion, and said, "see? see, everyone? now i am jacques louis david!" to which there were a few polite laughs.
"look!" he yelled from the couch, waving his arms about wildly. "now i'm la fontaine!" no one thought this was funny. no one was even sure who la fontaine was.
"look! look!" he said, performing awkward pirouettes on the sofa. "i'm akbar the third!"
"what," asked ananda, "does that have to do with akbar the third?"
but he ignored ananda, and cast his arms about himself, pretzel-like. undoing this, he flashed a gang sign, and said, "proust! i'm proust, see? see?"
no one was impressed, and his approval rating only dropped when, upon flashing more gang sings and making odd thrusting motions, he declared himself to be tolstoy.
a few people went into the next room, and upon seeing this, he burst into tears. then he began to laugh.
"what a wild party, huh?" he said to me.
i shrugged. "if wild is what you are after," i suggested, "try the jungle."
"look, everyone!" he said, dangling his wrists limply and mimicking something or other, "i'm maximillian the fourth!"
an argument broke out as to whether or not there even had been a fourth maximillian.
i yawned. wow, civilization sure was impressive.
walking home, i took a detour through the woods. when i came to a signed fence that said, PRIVATE PROPERTY TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTORS i sighed, and climbed the fence.
good thing i was wearing boots. i bet you are thinking, "whew! good thing indeed!"
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