Disturb The Universe

Arthur appears, reflected in one of the Balls.

You look FAT! says Terence.

So do you, says Arthur. It's because of the curve on the surface.

I know, says Terence. But guess what?

What? asks arthur.

Baby Pierre looks like a sausage, says Terence.

Where is he? asks Arthur. I don't see a sausage.

He ran off, says Terence. He doesn't like looking like a sausage.

What's this? says Sweezus, coming round the Ball, with a handful of flyers

Nothing, says Arthur. What's up?

Some people remember Candide from last year, says Sweezus.

So they won't be coming, says Arthur.

No, they are, says Sweezus. Because they think Costa is in it.

Let them, says Arthur.

Yeah but.... says Sweezus.

I could make an appearance, says Arthur. At the end. I could hand out native seeds.

You could sell them, says Sweezus.

Yes, sell them, says Arthur. Sorted.

What'll be the connection? asks Sweezus. It's like Earthquake, Shipwreck, Inquisition, Reunion, Double Murder, Seeds?

New beginnings, says Arthur.

Sweezus wonders what Vello will think. But it may not be necessary to tell him.

Did you buy anything in Dymocks? asks Sweezus.

No, says Arthur. But I did pick this up.

He takes the poetry book from his pocket.

Collected poems of T S Eliot? says Sweezus. How come?

An impulse, says Arthur, leaning back against the silvery Ball surface, and opening the book at the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

Do I dare/ Disturb the universe? ( he reads)

In a minute there is time/ For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. 

Cool, says Sweezus.