Dennis Wheatley: I say old chap, Londoners two are we...
Carter Brown: Lurid covers adorn our written words.
Dennis Wheatley: You don't mind if I light my pipe, do you?
Carter Brown: Not if you mind my whetting my whistle.
Dennis Wheatley: A young lady or two may brighten our discussion somewhat.
Carter Brown: Now you're speaking American pops! Take a look behind you.
Dennis Wheatley: I say.
Carter Wheatley enters the room.
Carter Brown: Who the hell is that? He looks just like me!
Dennis Wheatley: My sentiments exactly old boy.
Carter Wheatley: My name is Carter Wheatley, you will both forget me, as well as most readers of this short subject, but I will return in a long-form work and few will remember this, my introduction.
Dennis Wheatley: Rather!
Carter Brown: Carter needs a highball! And fast!
What People Are Saying About the Plaza of the Mind
...[Plaza of the Mind] impressed me in its magnificent weirdness...this sorta je ne sais quoi that you find in interesting art... ...I mean that purely as a compliment!
Plaza of the Mind is a clinamen away from the holeopathic replay by the Android Meme of the old perceptual agon of electrically-programmed youth confronting the Gutenbergian Establishment. Irresistible Force meets Immovable Object.