The Passage to Lusfield - 洛斯菲尔德之行(16)

I asked who all these old people are. Dr. Burke didn't answer immediately but awkwardly poured some beer into the Mark cup, and stared at his own gorgeously shaved pubes. He tapped on the tip of the penis and looked up at me while trying to tie his invisible cravat. He told me he is very sorry for him and his droogs' contamination of the restaurant and the eatery vibe, but he insisted this libertarian behavior should be allowed and should be respected as a personal choice. He sipped once more and continued with his ambitious talk about conventions and that he and his colleagues didn't fancy waiting and releasing their desire when they were home, but just follow their hearts right at this moment. "At least he is an educated man; getting to know some intellectuals isn't going to hurt," I thought and I invited him to pick up his overcoat and transit to another formal restaurant for some constructive conversation, which he was happy to do.

Whence we were on the freezing street, Dr. Burke threw away his umbrella and started to dance in the rain, flashing his penis while practicing pirouette. After he ceased his ballet, he informed me to pick up a firearm hidden under a bunch of undergrowth at the corner of the St. Metal Church. For his information, I told him today was Sunday and he needed to finish an education lesson from the archbishop about social responsibility. Dr. Burke laughed and said he had already taken enough education in schooling institutions and didn't bother to learn more from a religious character, because of his sage and his profundity.