The following is a brief excerpt from the book:
He looked at Adolph and asked, “Did you understand any of that gobbledygook?”
“Yes, it was quite well articulated, in fact.” Adolph replied, his somber expression lighting up with a smile and I assumed he had decided to pay attention to what was being said after his last lapse of concentration. “Even though Fred isn’t a petroleum geologist, most of us learn the basics of that branch of the discipline in undergraduate school. Fred is good that way; he retains everything except what he had for breakfast, or where he put his car keys.”
“Sounded like doubletalk to me,” Tweedledum mumbled, “so what exactly are you saying then, that Okradana geologists are mistaken about the location of a rather large deposit of oil? That they’re looking in the wrong spot?”
“That’s a distinct possibility.” I said. He failed to answer. I’ll bet both of these yo-yos are attorneys, they’re sure as hell not geologists.
“How do we know you’re not lying? Intentionally trying to throw us off the track? Causing us to delay operations, screwing us around?” Tweedledum demanded, his voice becoming a bit hoarse and raspy now.
“You don’t know.” I replied, with a modicum of self-satisfaction in my intonation. “You’ll have to take my word for it.”
“If you’re lying, would you say you’re lying?” He asked.
“No, I wouldn’t. If I were lying, I wouldn’t tell you I was lying, that would defeat the purpose of lying in the first place.” I said.
“Where should they be drilling? Where is this oil reserve?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“Does this Chinese gal know?” He asked.
“Do I know if she knows?” I replied.
“If she knows would you tell me?”
“If she said I that could tell you, yes.” I said.
“And if she said that you couldn’t?” He barked.
“Then I would say that I didn’t know.”
“As you’re saying right now. Well, at least you’re truthful.” He replied, scratching his head and pacing nervously about in front of Adolph’s desk. From the expression on Adolph’s face, I could see that Tweedledum’s response had him baffled.
“I try.” I said, again studying the quizzical look on Adolph’s wrinkled face.
“Even when you lie you seem to be truthful.” Tweedledum said, “Wait a minute, we’re talking in circles here.”
“Did you know that the ancient Egyptians didn’t like pigs?” I asked, trying one last time to break his spirit. “Otherwise, they could’ve invented ham.”
“Dr. Sager, how about some straight answers to our questions?” Feigning his frustrations now, trying to conceal the fact that he knew that I knew that he was playing a game he was supposed to better at than me.
The following is a brief excerpt from the book:
He looked at Adolph and asked, “Did you understand any of that gobbledygook?”
“Yes, it was quite well articulated, in fact.” Adolph replied, his somber expression lighting up with a smile and I assumed he had decided to pay attention to what was being said after his last lapse of concentration. “Even though Fred isn’t a petroleum geologist, most of us learn the basics of that branch of the discipline in undergraduate school. Fred is good that way; he retains everything except what he had for breakfast, or where he put his car keys.”
“Sounded like doubletalk to me,” Tweedledum mumbled, “so what exactly are you saying then, that Okradana geologists are mistaken about the location of a rather large deposit of oil? That they’re looking in the wrong spot?”
“That’s a distinct possibility.” I said. He failed to answer. I’ll bet both of these yo-yos are attorneys, they’re sure as hell not geologists.
“How do we know you’re not lying? Intentionally trying to throw us off the track? Causing us to delay operations, screwing us around?” Tweedledum demanded, his voice becoming a bit hoarse and raspy now.
“You don’t know.” I replied, with a modicum of self-satisfaction in my intonation. “You’ll have to take my word for it.”
“If you’re lying, would you say you’re lying?” He asked.
“No, I wouldn’t. If I were lying, I wouldn’t tell you I was lying, that would defeat the purpose of lying in the first place.” I said.
“Where should they be drilling? Where is this oil reserve?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“Does this Chinese gal know?” He asked.
“Do I know if she knows?” I replied.
“If she knows would you tell me?”
“If she said I that could tell you, yes.” I said.
“And if she said that you couldn’t?” He barked.
“Then I would say that I didn’t know.”
“As you’re saying right now. Well, at least you’re truthful.” He replied, scratching his head and pacing nervously about in front of Adolph’s desk. From the expression on Adolph’s face, I could see that Tweedledum’s response had him baffled.
“I try.” I said, again studying the quizzical look on Adolph’s wrinkled face.
“Even when you lie you seem to be truthful.” Tweedledum said, “Wait a minute, we’re talking in circles here.”
“Did you know that the ancient Egyptians didn’t like pigs?” I asked, trying one last time to break his spirit. “Otherwise, they could’ve invented ham.”
“Dr. Sager, how about some straight answers to our questions?” Feigning his frustrations now, trying to conceal the fact that he knew that I knew that he was playing a game he was supposed to better at than me.
Bogota Backscatter: A Novel by the author of An Unlikely Journey
Bogota Backscatter: A Novel by the author of An Unlikely Journey
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781462818921 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Xlibris Corporation |
| Publication date: | 12/24/2003 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 770 KB |