If You Can't Be With The One You Love

Unni and Louis-Charles de Freycinet have caught the train into Sydney.

Young woman with lobster. Lobster in sailor's attire.

No one bats an eyelid.

It's not like she's wearing a burka.

Have a sandwich, says Unni.

Don't mind if I do, says her unrequited admirer.

She hands him a cheese sandwich.

Lobsters like bread and cheese.

Thank you, Rose, says Louis-Charles de Freycinet.

I'm not Rose, says Unni.

I keep forgetting, says Louis-Charles de Freycinet, chewing his sandwich.

.....

Surfing-With-Whales has reached Adelaide.

He calls his mum.

Mum, says Surfing-With-Whales, can I use your credit card?

No dear, says Lauren. It's full. Don't you have any money?

No, says Surfing-With-Whales.

Tell you what dear, says Lauren. Sweezus and Arthur'll be there shortly. And Sweezus has a job on.

Coolio, says Surfing-With-Whales.

He heads straight for the office.

......

Sweezus and Arthur are on the Southern Veloway, heading out of Old Reynella.

Cycling side by side, in the sunshine, talking money.

Soon as I've finished, says Sweezus, we'll both get new surfboards, and go back down the coast till the Tour Down Under.

How much will you get? enquires Arthur.

Heaps, says Sweezus. I get paid by the hour.

.........

Surfing-With-Whales finds the door open. He enters the Velosophy office, and sits down on a chair.

It's the desk chair, in front of the office computer.

A man enters.

Good day! says the man. Shall we begin? I don't like to waste time.

Me either, says Surfing-With-Whales.

Ask me anything, says the man.

What about? says Surfing-With-Whales.

The materialist conception of history, says the man.

( Yes, it is Karl Marx )

We did that at school, says Surfing-With-Whales. What's left to ask?

Don't suppose you could you lend me a fiver? says the father of socialism.