Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Braid

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Although the donkey was only made a bishop," said Bishop "Deathwish" Treem.
"A role for which it was highly qualified," said Vorbis sharply. "And now, you will all leave. Including Sub­deacon Nhumrod," he added. Nhumrod went from red to white at this sudden preferment. "But Archbishop Brutha will remain. We wish to talk."When Vorbis next spoke, it was as if every word was being winched up from a great depth.
"We spoke once, did we not, of the nature of reality?"
"Yes."
"And about how often what is perceived is not that which is fundamentally true?"The clergy withdrew.Vorbis sat down on a stone chair under an elder tree. It was huge and ancient, quite unlike its short-lived relatives outside the garden, and its berries were ripening.The Prophet sat with his elbows on the stone arms of the chair, his hands interlocked in front of him, and gave Brutha a long, slow stare."You are . . . recovered?" he said, eventually."Yes, lord," said Brutha. "But, lord, I cannot be a bishop, I cannot even-”"I assure you the job does not require much intelligence," said Vorbis. "If it did, bishops would not be able to do it."There was another long silence.