Friday, June 06, 2008


Jonah Silverback was a sedated kind of fella. He would sit all day long on the short end of a bench on his porch making argilla porcupines. His conversation was so scarce that his own family never noticed he couldn't speak English. In fact he spoke perfect Aramaic, if only asked to. How he'd learnt such an improbable language and why did he hold it in such perfect a shape was a mystery. Unfortunately, from his birth in 1913 to his death of malignant hiccuping in 1982, nobody ever cared to know, and this will remain an infinitely unknown, infinitely interesting, infinitely bizarre mystery.

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