The Man Behind the Curtain
M J Melneck
So suppose you’re a carnival barker, say with waving arms, small hands and a loud mouth. And suppose you blather on and attract a congealed mass of sheep and lemmings that are eager to see the two-headed calf you promise is inside your tent. And suppose once they are inside and there’s no two-headed calf, you lead them around and around, bellowing and promising, promising and bellowing past other imagined wonders till they all are dazed and confused but they keep following you because they hear how much you love the sound of your own voice. And suppose the blather soaks in until there’s no reasoning left to counter that cacophony. And suppose when you finally open a flap to let the sheep and lemmings out, they’re blinded by the light. So suppose you’re really the man behind the Ozian curtain, Donal…oh.