LJ, anno 1979

[kjn]

I just recommended Don't Bite the Sun to uistic, and of course pulled out my old copy. Damn, the thing's prescient!

`Listen, Hergal,' I stated, `I'm afraid I've put in an order to have you officially cut out of my circle of friends. It's not that I don't like you. I mean, you're lovely, particularly with your - er - wings, but I'm just tired of everyone coming up and saying to me: "Is it true you know that floop Hergal? Do tell!"'
`I see,' said Hergal. He didn't even have the politeness to cry. Everyone in the Jang circles always cries when they're officially cut out of circles.
`Oh well, there's nothing more to be said then, Hergal.' I got down from the chair and bounced on the crystallise-rubber floor. My bee fell on my head.
`Oh farathoom!' I snapped.
Hergal looked a bit surprised, but he didn't bat a gold fibre eyelash until I strode to the doorway.
`Er,' he ventured then.
`What did you say?'
`Er,' Hergal admitted. `Perhaps you'd tell me what circle you're cutting me out of.'
`Mine, you thalldrap! I yelled.
`But... who are you exactly?'