Retirement’s not the end of the world, his wife says. You can join a choir. He stares at her. I’m tone deaf, he says. But he ends up specialising in silent solos. Draws crowds mouthing the words along with him. Audiences weep with the relief of finally not being heard.
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Everyone on the island had grown into their respective roles. Hear No Evil, See No Evil and Speak No Evil were all very nice chaps to know. The last two were The Writer and The Critic. They fell from a cliff top yesterday but no one could account for it.
Is that Hear No Evil smiling?
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