THE INVISIBLE MAN MEETS THE INVISIBLE MAN“And so – we finally meet,” the first invisible man said to the other, second invisible man who, because he couldn't see the first invisible man, kept saying “Where are you?” and “I still can't see you,” and “Oh – Pardon me,” over and over again as they bumped into each other in an effort to find a place where they could talk, a place where no curious crowd of villagers would be attracted to their disembodied voices. We were quite fortunate that our small village, one that accounted for less than 100 people, contained two invisible men.
I could tell that the first invisible man was very irritated at that moment. Perhaps he suffered from anal itching, a malady that seemed to be going around in the Swiss Alps this winter due to the high humidity. It
