There has been some debate among the folks who read ‘Part One’ of this historic piece of fiction and provided the novelist with comments that need to be addressed before getting into ‘Part Two.’ For one, some of you judged the inclusion of the crazy dialects confusing, especially considering the funky future language did not even exist yet. The others of you, however, thought the inclusion of vernaculars enlightening.
The first group’s complaint surrounded how exchanges always began with that idiotic, moronic dialect first accompanied by the English translation, in brackets. This group wanted to discard the portions in nonsense altogether.
On the other hand, the second group liked seeing the equivalent of English in the nutty dialect. Apparently many in this group lived near a community, or communities that spoke in similar tongues. This second group concluded the exposure would be helpful, possibly serving to develop their own communication skills to a level where, they too, could understand those on the other side of the tracks.
In the interest of accommodating both sets of people, the author has pronounced a compromise. In deference to the “first group” the English part of conversations will come first, seconded by the future dialect, which will now show up in brackets. Out of respect for the ‘second group,’ the novelist will maintain the dialects in conversations throughout ‘Part Two’ giving those who care the opportunity to explore and expand their repertoire….the best of both worlds. That said, let us move on to those events that have occurred in the intervening period.
Things have changed little regarding the English Professor, Felix Schwartz, who remains the central, leading character of this odyssey into the future moonbat utopia, in the year 2050…there is, however, a need to add more characters and more character to our story on account of the academic just does not have the character to pull things off by himself. Face it, a moonbat with a PhD in English does not possess enough depth of character, enough breadth of knowledge, enough intelligence to pull things off without the support of supporting personalities.
Goofnad know-it-alls like Schwartz are, after all, mostly vapid, shallow creatures who are in a never-ending quest at self-promotion…endlessly striving to get something for nothing from either the taxpayers or private sector…forever trying to disguise themselves for who and what they honestly are behind loud, flowery, “Five-syllable-word-infested,” longwinded phraseology designed to totally bewilder, confuse and disorient.
Unhappily, such hollow creatures do not have the necessary lifting power in the long run to carry out the part of “leading role” by themselves. They are quickly, usually after a chapter or two, seen for the fast-talking, con artists they are...which sadly, can carry over into their opinions of the narrator, but probably ‘not’ the author. This has the unseen effect of negatively motivating many people into throwing the paperback edition away, or sending the electronic version into digital oblivion. That, hopefully, will not happen…hopefully.
The novelist acknowledges and is fully aware that the professor, any university educationist for that matter, is incapable of surviving on his or her own either in the real world, or in fiction. Several new personalities will be introduced to add spice and make up for the worthlessness of the lead character.
We will begin by first introducing a fellow who is a hillbilly from western North Carolina. To protect his identity from the revenuers, who are still looking for him, the hick will be using an alias and adorning a disguise for his puss. The yokel’s name is Tommie...Tommie Citizen.