Kent’s Take<\/strong><\/p>\n bonus points for using them in order!<\/p>\n Jen’s Take<\/strong><\/p>\n “You say it’s called ‘enchanted mariner ducks<\/em>,’ and yet I detect nothing of the waterfowl in its design,” said the most unctuous of the bunch, a man known to be overly fond of the feathery roots of his water hyacinths<\/em>, if you know what I mean.<\/p>\n “Curious, isn’t it,” said Hieronymus Warhol.<\/p>\n “This is clearly a bas-relief, and yet under ‘medium’ you have declared that it is ‘low relief with pubic hair<\/em>.’ Not only is that not a real medium, it’s also disgusting!”<\/p>\n “Curiouser and curiouser,” replied Warhol.<\/p>\n “Stop quoting Lewis Carroll at me!”<\/em> cried the critic.<\/p>\n “As soon as you tear a larynx<\/em>,” drawled the artist. “Preferably your own.”<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/runeskelley.com\/skelleyverse\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/k-avatar.png\" "\\"k-avatar\\""){kind=avatar}
I sat in Doctor Entenman\u2019s waiting room, hoping the d\u00e9cor wasn’t indicative of his qualifications as an otolaryngologist. All the others in town were closed for the holiday. The artworks showed truly horrific taste, made more sickening by the realization that the good doctor was himself the artist. A garish neon abstract took up most of the wall facing me, and was accompanied by a plaque bearing its title: \u201cIn which the\u00a0enchanted mariner ducks<\/em>\u00a0out of the saloon to escape constables attired in\u00a0striped scarlet luminescent work-coats<\/em>.\u201d Above my head was a matted atrocity, a\u00a0low relief with pubic hair<\/em>, evidently meant to signify\u00a0the feathery roots of his water hyacinths<\/em>. I heard raised voices, first a woman shrieking something about being behind schedule, and then a man bellowing\u00a0\u201cStop quoting Lewis Carroll at me!\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I supposed I\u2019d chosen a bad week to\u00a0tear a larynx<\/em>.<\/p>\n![\"by](\"http:\/\/runeskelley.com\/skelleyverse\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/j-avatar.png\" "\\"j-avatar\\""){kind=avatar}
The great artist and his assistant stood by in their striped scarlet luminescent work-coats<\/em> while the phalanx of critics examined his latest creation.<\/p>\n