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  “Why does a business man from Sham-el-Sheikh prefer a British Tourist to a Russian?” said William Quincy.  

  “One's a tourist, The other's a Russian?” replièd Tulpa.  Many years later, or was it earlier?  No chronology, no chapter, remember? …

  “One's one, one's-a-billion,” said Quincy, correcting her.  

  Mister William Quincy was the type of chief editor that liked to correct Tulpa but according to grammar and the corruptor it was Tulpa who had the right kind of answer.  

  Tulpa was also a subber.  

  °Immediately I wanted to fuck her° thought nostalgia.  

  Tulpa was always correcting Quincy's mistakes.  Idiosyncratic and idiomatic.  

  °How did he get into his current position?° wonderèd Tulpa.  

  William Quincy was eyeing up Tulpa who was looking down, eyes down, reading the wire news sources.  Reuters via Routers.  Tulpa surprisèd Quincy with her ideas.  Tulpa preferrèd to put them down on paper but had trouble getting them to align on the screen in her role as a subber.  Tulpa spoke her opinions with more vigour and conviction when she expressèd them with gestures as well, not constrainèd by modes of journalistic trapping, no tapping, no keys et cetera et cetera.  

  “So, why do they call him the most evil man of all time?” askèd Tulpa.  

  Tulpa was referring to an English poet who had written an anthropological psyhco-spiritual document in Cairo, 1914.  

  “Isn't it just psychotic nonsense?” askèd Quincy, understandably concernèd.  

  “Isn't it just?” wonderèd Tulpa.  

  Quincy and Tulpa were looking at the document together; trying to cobble together an idea, an interpretation that would satisfy the news.  

  Quincy had gone to see his good friends at the sociocratic think-tank about what they knew.  The sociocrats were working on a think tank policy research project.  The sociocrats were always working on a think tank policy research project.  

  Quincy had come back to the news room to sit up with Tulpa.  

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  Tulpa was working on a late edition of the paper's supplements.  Waylaid, and out to print way after the expected deadline, but a job to do nonetheless.  Until the completion of the work.  Eager to continue, wishful to finish.  Quincy and the rest of his team at the newspaper down from the Opera tarrièd yet more on the supplement deadline.  

  Mister William Quincy had told Tulpa what he had discoverèd from his good friends at the sociocratic think tank.  

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