Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/THE NAKED PLANET, No. 2: The Third Man.
It was blistering cold in BETHLEHEM. A clear cold sky. Some frickin' COMET, hovering up above? -The MOTEL 6/HOWARD-JOHNSON (hotel) was "jammus-packus", which is LATIN for "Frick off and die Young!"... We found a CRIB, a stable. Had to bunk with some Shepherds and their livestock. The house belonged to some Jewish guy named MO. He had a silver beard and no sense of humor. The rest? -It goes like this:
I was in VIENNA, all alone. NO money. HARRY LIME wasn't there to meet me at the Hauptbahnhof (station-thingy), nether was Rock-star, Michael Jackson, and MICK JAGGER was conspicuously absent...
Absolving MICK, the former were both - unaccountably - quite DEAD.
(Where was I?)
VIENNA. Odd sort of town. 200 years ago? -the Los Angeles of its Day, though worried about NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, whether "I-PHONES" would actually, someday, take off, and just WHO was THE THIRD MAN?
Frankincense, Gold and Mer: THE MAGI. Their names are lost to History; so we name them. They rode - I guess? - on executive Camels and followed that hovering COMET...which wasn't difficult, as it hovered.
VIENNA? -I was coming to that. When JESUS CHRISTOS was formally crucified, plus, terribly tortured: like in the MOVIES, and then re-discovered OUTSIDE of his TOMB, his followers (Mary Magdalen, etc.) immediately went NUTS: "WHO was the THIRD MAN!!!!?"
Back to VIENNA (Adolf Hitler's playground), the question - on the face of it? - is quite simple:
(From Carol Reed/Graham Greene's old movie: The Third Man:)
HOLLY: "Mah pal HARRY (Lime) died here!?" -gesturing to the strada.
CONCIERGE: "Ja, mein herr. Herr Winkle (and the OTHER fat guy) carried his BOD 'cross da street!"
HOLLY: "TWO fucks!?"
CONCIERGE: "NEIN! NO! THREE FUCKS!"
HOLLY: "There was a THIRD FUCK!?"
CONCIERGE: "JA!... The Father... The Son... And the Holy Ghost."
......There are SEVEN billion stories on the NAKED PLANET. This has been one of them.
c 2014/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Itala.
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