Holy Krishna, Siddhartha Gautama, Christ the Lord, please don’t let it fall into the wrong hands! Forgive me for so carelessly misplacing it – I beg of you – let me find the book!
After at least another hour spent rearranging the whole of the small but extremely high-quality library, the Master ascertained that Pros Theon definitely was not on the bookcase. The situation had become intolerable.
For God’s sake, give me a sign!
A prayerful sound that was verging on the desperate escaped the Master’s lips, but still no response was forthcoming.
Did I put it in a safe place following the comet’s ominous portent?
This time the direct question yielded an instantaneous and equally direct response from a spirit guide.
No, you’ve lost it, man.
The Master sighed deeply. It had to be this one; why couldn’t Soaring Eagle have dropped by?
Any idea of where it could be?
Maybe it’s in the outer limit.
Yes, maybe it is, but I just need some light to be shed on where PRECISELY it is right now.
We need lights out here in the perimeter as well.
And why would that be? The Master scowled ferociously. As if we didn’t know already!
Because out here in the perimeter there are no stars, out here we are stoned….
Immaculately, yes, well, if that’s all you can say then I’d prefer it if you maybe meditated in silence or something, perhaps had a think about your shadow.
Hey, why don’t you just chill, man, it isn’t me whose lost it!
I can’t ‘just chill’ – as you so eloquently put it – until I’ve found the book. The Master leveled a thunderous glance at the ceiling.
Two more hours of anguished searching ensued, during which all the drawers were pulled inside out (the contents checked thoroughly for the first time in years) and every cupboard and closet, including the drinks cabinet, turned upside down.
Finally, giving up in despair, The Master poured a quadruple Jack Daniels and injected it with a splash of coke, smoked a large pipe full of pure marijuana and headed into the bathroom with a recent edition of Psychic Circular.
That’s the spirit, man, if you relax, it’ll find you.