Not for nothing is Roger's Version, by John Updike, my favourite book.
Consider the topic of Quarks.
Quarks are the basic units of matter. They come in colours and flavours and carry positive or negative charges in increments of a third. Quarks come in colours and flavours, and are in fact, inseparable.
Just as my lady correspondents now consider themselves inseparable.
They have chosen to call themselves the Penta-quarks, and I, who was the original "quark" after launching something we call "quarkhood" over here--have been elevated to Anti-quark and the ladies have designed a fitting logo for my exalted state.
What has happened here?
I am certainly no Alistair Crowley, neither do I think that my ladies carry those satanic purses so bandied about in British literature.
I just picked a term out of physics, there were three lady correspondents to my blog on a regular basis, and I deemed them "The three quarks."
A passage out of Updike--no, no, don't even go there!--would offer some illumination:
"Quarks inevitably occur in threes, and cannot be pried apart.
"Think. Three things inseparable."
'Father, Son and Holy Ghost' floats across Dale's field of inner vision, but does not make it to his lips. Nor does Id, Ego, and Superogo. Nor Krieagmans's three daughters..."
My lady bloggers, who now call themselves the Penta-quarks, (they recently became four and I am the fifth), have offered me the award of Anti-quark, since I named them "quarks" to begin with.."
Suddenly my web--and their webs too--
is full of quarks, penta-quarks and anti-quarks.
Heaven forbid there should be a midnight initiation ceremony.
Anyway, Pentaquarks of Ivan's Blog, thank you for the award.
Lucifer is a little crazy and it will take him some time to figure out how to put the award up on a permanent post.
What are we playing with here?
De debbil likes it warm?
"You should start a cult," a dipsy student of mine once suggested.