blowing wind not porridge in this context

we should take it to the streets again, said sponge, and not let fart jokes come our way. it is the day of labour after all a serious matter.
yep, said breadroll matter-of-factishly, the working class are the very group of people generally identified in marxist theory as the proletariat. you are right there, said sponge, i agree, but although they are in a struggle for power with the bourgeoisie, the members of the working class must, nonetheless, sell their labour to the bourgeoisie to produce the material needs for their society.
that make things difficult, said breadroll, you simply can’t have a revolution in a day.

dada in this context was wrongly referred to for no reason

dada, as is work related, as in labour relevant, does fnothing for people and has no significance in industrial relationships other than being signifcantly present, in presence, past and future tensions.
bravo, said sponge, well done. the others say the same.
bravo, said breadroll, -(and so on).

dada or not, this novel is in a rut

you call this dada, said brekst in a sudden burst of mirth, this doesn’t make any sense. hah. – uneasy looks of course, no-one knew what to say, where to look, what will he do next, a german at loose with a dose of joy to spread, a melancolic poem perhaps he’ll burst into, some sort of militerischer gruppenubunk or kinds, leitmotif opera probably, perhaps we aren’t sure.
so then, herr brekt said, we shall proceed. a useful setting, not novel but suitable for one. second pun.
some sort of, said sponge.
idea, said breadroll.
dada is when we do add some message, herr brekst said. like the environment. we could also hurt religious feelings.
global warming, said sponge. splendid, herr brekst said. we won’t go any further.

would you say this again

idiot, said block of wood, for revealing today’s big line already yesterday.
and you lied, said breadroll, as he’s not saying it after all.
not if he says it again, said sponge.
i won’t said block of would.
that’s that solved. they went about their business.

in the light of all this another way of looking at it

usual setting, usual surroundings, usual sounds, usual steps to take to get were one should.
q: so, what do you make of it all, what do you think?
a: i’m glad you asked.
sponge leans back, has a drop of water from his glass.
any professional would tell you that, he says.
q: and you spell professional with only one eff?
a: and two ess, definitely. — that in my view is the best way to approach the issue, which admittedly is a hot topic, without losing one’s focus and vision but at th same time not lettign anything come in your way if you know what i’m saying.
a large commercial enters the room. don’t worry about me, says the commercial, i’m on a break.

drop this hat

would you lose it, said breadroll to a motionless block of wood. of course not, he thinks it is a pillow. or a cushion.
at least the headline sort of matches the content, said sponge, that is important and not something to be taken for granted.
he doesn’t drop the hat after all, said breadroll.

this and that

this and this and this, said sponge, it all adds up to this; and this is all there is to it. no more. trust me.
the jars on the table were set to be cleared; the table, however, looked settled and had no intention to leave. the chairs and stools did not move.
they stayed.

this one and others

we don’t want you to ruin this episode for us, said sponge.
nor any other, said breadroll, but this one in particular.
exactly, nor any other, said sponge.
but this one in particular, said breadroll, to make that clear.
highlight and earmark, said sponge. attach a memo. at least a post-it. and send an email, copy me in.
block of wood, however, the addressee of the repeatedly placed request not to ruin this episode — or indeed any other — did not get the message until much later; too late, as some argued.
other this and other episodes a morning breeze blew. nothing new. the description of sensations of nature puts a piece of prose in a more natural context.

now let’s review this

and, the man said, i just came to look after the sheep. is she alright?
yes, fine, said sponge.
we’re all fine, said breadroll.
she just wouldn’t open, said block of wood, not for a pack of crisps while we’re waiting.
that’s something we need to address, the man said and walked away.

© the Book of Sponge and Others.