Mister Smitty’s nose is 50 times smarter!
“Than your’n? Or … mour’n? Mister,
I did not know that.”
“He’s got like parallel universes
of smell stacked up alongside ours – no wonder it takes him so long to mosey on
over. Always sniffin’ stuff out, playing referee to four dozen planes of
existence we can’t smell.
“But wait: for his nose to be 50
times stronger. We’d have to be 49 times dumber to start with.
“Mister, do the math.”
“Mister, I just did.”
“Mister, it’s not arithmetical;
it’s what-uh-yuh-kallit, Malthusian. You know, like hundredth-monkey,
interdependent arising, stock market algorythmics- stuff.
Oh, that.
