[When you meet a swordsman/ meet him with a sword Do not offer a poem to anyone but a poet] Brawne stares at Johnny. Without volition, she sends her thoughts his way: —Jesus, Johnny, we didn’t come all this way to listen to a fucking Delphic oracle. We can get double-talk by accessing human politicians via the All Thing. [Kwatz!] The universe of their megalith shakes with laughter-spasms again. —Was I a swordsman then? sends Johnny. Or a poet? [Yes There is never one without the other]