The central dogma: From Danielle steel to Steely Dan
2011; Wiley; Volume: 39; Issue: 2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1002/bmb.20485
ISSN1539-3429
Autores Tópico(s)Canadian Identity and History
ResumoThey often met this way; a quickie in her chamber with the crazy walls. He was an eager polymerase in a major groove unzipping her jeans. Well, she had come ON to him, promoting his maneuvers with that sly “ta ta” that never meant “goodbye.” (Still, he'll never admit he needed enhancers.) She'd been silent and supercoiled. He wanted her to relax, and, you know…unwind. His tone moved her to reveal her coded secret. Now, de-repressed, she babbled, stuttered. Yet he knew it was not nonsense. Something like Tac ccc cat, tag cat ccc gac agg ttt cag ggg more ttt ggg gag! That was one way to frame a phrase. A strange tongue. H e l i c k s. In a major groove, he was gathering speed, only partly concerned with the sequence of her run-on sentence. At times, inattentive, he paraphrased, he heard wrongly but moved to make it right again. He didn't really understand her words. Soon they would wiggle through tiny windows, portholes. He need not decipher her message. Beyond the great room, the translators would grasp it. With a vocabulary of just 20 words, they would spin a new thread. But for now she said STOP. Put your coat on. This has gone on long enough. But he resisted, insisted it'd be more poetic with a string of “A”s. That's for someone else to add she replied just before they parted ways. Yes, in a major groove, he had been. But “any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend, any minor world that breaks apart falls together again” [1]. And If we had asked her opinion of Fate, she'd have said: I am Nature's voice in that eternal debate. “I can tell you all I know, the where to go, the what to do” [1], though you may try to run and hide from me inside of you.
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