Comments on: The Silent Cartographer Swords, Sorcery, And Then Some! Thu, 15 Aug 2019 14:47:11 +0000 hourly 1 By: Jack Tue, 26 Feb 2019 02:51:58 +0000 Typhan-knee learned how to read ages ago actually.

By: Guesticus Mon, 25 Feb 2019 11:50:57 +0000 Hey, if it puts us (NZ, not US 😛 ) at the new top, then let the petty idiots who were bullied throughout their schooling (and beyond) have their way

Have never seen a map as portrayed in that episode before

By: Guesticus Mon, 25 Feb 2019 11:39:59 +0000 From Typh? Any time 😉

By: Shan Sun, 24 Feb 2019 08:52:22 +0000 Maybe he’s seen things that no-one can and stay sane, hence it’s for our own good and protection that he’s locked up like this.

“The case,” he said, “is now immaterial, but there was a witness … a witness … a man called … called Prak. A strange and difficult man. They were eventually forced to administer a drug to make him tell the truth, a truth drug.”

His eyes rolled helplessly in his head.

“They gave him too much,” he said in a tiny whimper. “They gave him much too much.” He started to cry. “I thing the robots must have jogged the surgeon’s arm.”

“Robots?” said Zaphod sharply. “What robots?”

“Some white robots,” whispered the man hoarsely, “broke into the courtroom and stole the judge’s sceptre, the Argabuthon Sceptre of Justice, nasty Perspex thing. I don’t know why they wanted it.” He began to cry again. “And I think they jogged the surgeon’s arm …”

He shook his head loosely from side to side, helplessly, sadly, his eyes screwed up in pain.

“And when the trial continued,” he said in a weeping whisper, “they asked Prak a most unfortunate thing. They asked him,” he paused and shivered, “to tell the Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth. Only, don’t you see?”

He suddenly hoisted himself up on to his elbows again and shouted at them.

“They’d given him much too much of the drug!”

He collapsed again, moaning quietly. “Much too much too much too much too …”

The group gathered round his bedside glanced at each other. there were goose pimples on backs.

“What happened?” said Zaphod at last.

“Oh, he told it all right,” said the man savagely, “for all I know he’s still telling it now. Strange, terrible things … terrible, terrible!” he screamed.

They tried to calm him, but he struggled to his elbows again.

“Terrible things, incomprehensible things,” he shouted, “things that would drive a man mad!”

He stared wildly at them.

“Or in my case,” he said, “half-mad. I’m a journalist.”

“You mean,” said Arthur quietly, “that you are used to confronting the truth?”

“No,” said the man with a puzzled frown. “I mean that I made an excuse and left early.”

He collapsed into a coma from which he recovered only once and briefly.

On that one occasion, they discovered from him the following:

When it became clear that Prak could not be stopped, that here was truth in its absolute and final form, the court was cleared.

Not only cleared, it was sealed up, with Prak still in it. Steel walls were erected around it, and, just to be on the safe side, barbed wire, electric fences, crocodile swamps and three major armies were installed, so that no one would ever have to hear Prak speak.

By: Shan Sat, 23 Feb 2019 22:56:13 +0000 “Stop it! You’re freaking me out!”

By: O.B. Juan Sat, 23 Feb 2019 20:21:32 +0000 This guy REALLY hates Mercator projections. “Greenland is not that big!”

By: lirvicus Sat, 23 Feb 2019 04:02:01 +0000 perhaps his is a savage science, one where charts are painstakingly inscribed with blows and bites across a bloody, abraded medium…

By: Shan Fri, 22 Feb 2019 20:29:06 +0000 Are you willing to risk a punch in the boob to find out?

By: Shan Fri, 22 Feb 2019 20:28:23 +0000 Yes, I couldn’t see how Typh was Cyrus the Virus in this scenario to be honest.

By: Aloysius McGillicuddy Fri, 22 Feb 2019 18:52:39 +0000 Typh can read. As I recall, he punched Peonie in the boob for not informing him that the shirt he got (during the Faden years, which the mage interpreted as Typh “taking on all comers”) was not a battle shirt at all, based on reading it later.

Peonie also suggested a book for Typh to read to pass the time, and it didn’t seem to be in a chiding way (nor did Typh take it that way) which implies that Typh can read, at the very least, simple books.

The level of literacy isn’t fully known, however. And seeing as how the frozen North barbarian tribes probably don’t have much use for dedicated map-makers… It makes sense that Typh wouldn’t know what a cartographer does. He may have heard the word before, or read it, but that doesn’t mean that it’s got any relevance to him.

Likewise, when I ask someone what their replica sword is from, and they respond “It’s Longclaw” I would end up responding that “that doesn’t mean anything to me” to which they would respond, “It’s from Game of Thrones.” and THEN I would get it.