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Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit (Ishmael, #1)
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Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Behold the majesty of Curious George as he gets all dialogue-y on your ass! Your encounter will leave you changed! You, too, may find yourself flinging poop at civilization along with our simian savior!
A telepathic gorilla develops something like consciousness, is happily able to flower under the attentive stewardship of a George Soros-type philanthropist and waxes philosophical to a disenchanted idealist. This book stinks of anthropological and ecological platitudes which I think you would be better served acquiring by taking a few puffs of the wacky weed and watching the Pearl Jam video for Do the Evolution.
And something that seems to be missing from every review of this book I’ve read thus far -- the story’s narrator is barely unnerved by a telepathic gorilla. I can’t speak for anybody but myself, but if I ever tell you that an animal is talking to me, please contact the authorities. I’m sure I’ll thank you for it later. I mean, David Berkowitz does it, and he’s a serial killer; this guy does it, and he wants to roll back civilization to the hunter-gatherer stage. I’m down with Mother Earth and all that jazz, but psychopathology is psychopathology.
A telepathic gorilla develops something like consciousness, is happily able to flower under the attentive stewardship of a George Soros-type philanthropist and waxes philosophical to a disenchanted idealist. This book stinks of anthropological and ecological platitudes which I think you would be better served acquiring by taking a few puffs of the wacky weed and watching the Pearl Jam video for Do the Evolution.
And something that seems to be missing from every review of this book I’ve read thus far -- the story’s narrator is barely unnerved by a telepathic gorilla. I can’t speak for anybody but myself, but if I ever tell you that an animal is talking to me, please contact the authorities. I’m sure I’ll thank you for it later. I mean, David Berkowitz does it, and he’s a serial killer; this guy does it, and he wants to roll back civilization to the hunter-gatherer stage. I’m down with Mother Earth and all that jazz, but psychopathology is psychopathology.
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You'll have to take that up with the gorilla behind the desk.
My dog talks. She pretty much says her name over and over and asks to go outside though. Or inside. (It depends on where she is at the time, you see.)

Well, of course doodie and peepee are exempt from my criticism. Still, maybe a colostomy bag is in order? My understanding of the recently passed health care bill is that it's a slippery slope...people will soon be accepting organs from pigs and giving blood to telepathic gorillas.
My flatmate's cat talks, I just don't understand what he's saying.
It's: "Your pitiful band of rebels is no match for my fully operational Death Star." At least that's what my cat's saying. Nobody listens to her, because she's a cat.
It's: "Your pitiful band of rebels is no match for my fully operational Death Star." At least that's what my cat's saying. Nobody listens to her, because she's a cat.

It's: "Your pitiful band of rebels is no match for my fully operational Death Star." At least that's what my cat's saying. Nobod..."
I can haz Death Star?

It's: "Your pitiful band of rebels is no match for my fully operational Death Star." At least that's what my cat's saying"
//DIES
I think mine just say 'Food!' all the time, like the seagulls saying 'Mine! Mine! Mine!' in that movie.




This makes me think you haven't read the book at all.