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Show Acting Alone Page 92 nantly down into the little Jew's skull. As usual in situations like these, the Elder timed things precisely so that, at the moment when the boy was just beginning to get shaky-kneed and blurry-eyed, right there in the horizontally bisected halls of the University of Chicago Department of Business, Elder Cicerone was providing him with the requisite parable. The Elder spoke it softly yet firmly, extemporizing the finer details into the boy's opened ear. The Parable of the Double-Pronged Earthly and Unearthly Good: A mythic body known as the Council of the Twelve had once elected to have a contest, a race of sorts, to see which man among them could first achieve the legendary Double-Pronged Earthly and Unearthly Good. Many strange and unusual measures had been taken by the various members in their competition. One certain councillor, in the process of expressing his zeal for the Good, inadvertently transformed himself into a devil man. He somehow saw his opportunity manifest in an oil pipeline up north. So, with no period of quietude and contemplation, he simply undid himself and ran through Canada like a juggernaut, cavalierly dispossessing and repossessing as he went, spewing out widows and orphans in wakes and waves on either side of him because he was in too much of a hurry to care for his workers' safety. A devil man resulted. All you had to do was get a newspaper photo of this man, take it to a personology clinic, slice out the eyes, and juxtapose them with Hitler's or Manson's or Jim Jones' to know that this councillor had developed the meanest, most powerful eyes on the face of the earth. (The Elder thanked Heavenly Father, in passing, that the particular |