"I was born the son of wealthy sharecroppers in Ibadan..."
"I heard that joke before, sir. It is actually one of my favorites."
"I am quite aware."
"But you go ahead and tell the joke, anyway?"
"Call it divine purpose. Expediency is in determining just how much value
a joke has left."
"If you don't mind me saying so, sir, your voice is strong and you seem to be
in good health..."
"I have chosen the hour of my departure from these spheres..."
"Is it soon?"
"By all accounts, no. I still have one relative trying to outlive me who still
knows how to play linear scrabble."
"Linear scrabble?"
"How old are you, son?"
***
It soon became apparent to me that He, the Nazarene, belonged to a special class
of men in the United States, a class of talented men who called themselves
"the Guild." Now...
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