Ludovicus Nihili sat encamped most nights at the corner of
the bar in the tavern in the village where I grew up. Patrons of La Port d’Enfer were subjected on most
evenings to his extemporaneous lectures. He could, and would, speak at length on various topics including (but not
limited to) Recent Historical Indeterminacy, Lunar Agriculture, Pre-Columbian
Idolatry, Pan-Germanic Warfare, Hypothetical Talmudic Exaggerations, Cro-Magnon
Architectural Novelties, Antediluvian Carrying Capacities, Fungal Infestations
and a Smellfungus Response, Psychic Archaeology, Classical Angelic Poetry,
Incarnational Medicine, the History of Future Conflagrations, and the Right Use
of Fireworks and other Incendiaries.
“Did you know,” he said to me as I approached the bar for
another tankard of ale, “that the three wise me of Luke’s natal account were in
fact Persian Gymnosophists, and that they travelled entirely in the nude?”
“Matthew,” I said blowing the foam from my beer.
“Hmmm?”
“The magi, or gymnosophists if you insist, are found in the
gospel of Matthew,” I told him as I made my way back to my seat at a booth in
the corner. Ludo followed me.
“And did you know that the ancient Romans used
electromagnetic cloaking devices built around the plinths of their monuments
and the foundations of important buildings to protect them from earthquakes
which functioned by diverting seismic waves from those constructions?
“No. No I did not…” I said.
“But sir! It’s an inconfondible truth,” he said energetically.
“Roman engineers would…”
“Ludovicus, for the love of the ursiform goddess, leave that
man alone,” the proprietor shouted across the room. “Either drink your beer in
silence or deliver your lectures elsewhere.”
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