This piece will have very strict organization at first. I’ve designed this to be stepwise and what I will refer to as this:
²impossible to not follow²
I will explain precisely what I mean by this, but again, I am taking this piece one minute of your reading time at a time.
The above was 52 words. Those will be what I call a “Lewis” mark. Think of those as the way you would remember the moment if this guy:
Just came up and bowled you over on the street. He would not do that, of course, but think of those first 52 words like you would if Mr. Lewis laid his Holy Hammer on you.
The next 64 then, in the sequence, are as follows:
From here, it’s pretty clear you could go in, let’s just say ‘more than 64 directions. And some may say, (in my brother’s voice):
“Well that’s one heck-of-a-lot of directions, Boz. No one will be able to follow you if you do that.”
Precisely, Chinchington. Precisely. That is why I am Holmes and you are just Freeman.
Sixty-four squares on a chess board; you can think of those easily enough. Sixty-four bits of a computer, the Nintendo 64, and, by now some might start to see that it will not merely be the Beatles who will be remembered when we’re all sixty-four but…
…perhaps that you’ll need an old coot like in another 4,413 days.
Which is, in fact, 105,912 hours…
…which is also 2,541,888 minutes.
I think it’s fair to say that you might even need me up at least until the day of my retirement — 65 is reasonably fair — and I dare say that first moment taking a dip in the fiery pits of hell and the first moment cresting a summit like Everest are the same, albeit in ‘slightly different directions’
That was 313 words, and if you’re ready continue Ezra’s birthday is over now, so you can go to the next step, which is, obviously:
Get set!
As with all my pieces, I wish you would please do me the respect of — if you’re going to clap — clap once and once only. If you decide you wish to respect that rule, I’ve no doubt you can also respect the rule of only clapping if you’ve placed 100 of your own words in the comments.
I feel as though others may appreciate this [i.e., this method of counting] and so — unless you have a reasonably-well-thought-out reason for clapping in a manner which doesn’t adhere to the same behavior set people silently agree to on a golf course or tennis court, please clap only once if you’re going to clap at all.
Follow me if you like or follow someone else. We’re all going to the same place if you want my opinion.
Where’s that? You ask.
To the hospital, of course.
And why would that be <indignantly>?
Do you mean to tell me you’ve already forgotten that Ray Lewis just hit you?
Yep. Headed to the hospital we all are.
You because your right eye doesn’t look like it’s quite set back in the socket like it should be.
Me?
Well me because I have to go check on poor little ray.
He hit me first and he must not have known what he was hitting:
