Chapter Seventeen ~ “The Room We Never Use”
They soon realised that ‘archaeologists’ and ‘historians’ were involved in the cynical creation of a false ‘place’ called ‘England’… They worked on the hypothesis… that the very matter of place was mythical… that the landscape itself was fabricated. Late one night… Barney – stripping to the waist – ripped into the chalk with his mattock. Within minutes their theory was proven, they cut through the made geology and discovered the hollow ‘heart’ of England – that place they called the underchalk…
(The Listening Voice, The Newsletter of the Equiphallic Aliance)
“O, I hate what the supermarkets have done to our farmers, Nancy, but unless someone educates the children they eat nothing but junk.”
I don’t like junk. OK, I like pizza, but that’s not
