You’d be happy here, Helmut. This is the place for you.
You make sense down here, Helmut. You fit. All you need is to get your German back.
This will deepen your Heideggerianism. Take you down to the Abgrund.
You can just sink here, Helmut. Find your level.
No one will bother you here, Helmut. No one will take the piss.
You’d be appreciated down here, Helmut. They’d like you.
Rumours are they’re making a golem down here. Out of Novocastian boulder clay. Like, chthonic Newcastle personified. With the words, where the danger’s greatest, there hope comes written on his forehead. Like, a face tat. That’s a lot of words.
It’s supposed to be Hebrew – what golems have written on their forehead. It’s a Jewish thing.
A golem, made from the earth. From the Novocastrian terroir … it’s the opposite of a synth …
Imagine what damage an army of golems could do.
They should make, like, a two hundred foot golem. A Godzilla-golem. To smash up the campus.
Ask them. Put in a request.
We’ll swap you, Helmut, for the golem. Could take your Heidegger seminars. Who will be able to tell the difference?
Except that the golem’s eight foot tall.
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