For Dora do
For Dora do is a home for the spiritually enlightened that rests at the peak of a
mountain in Northern China in case youve been wondering. Only finer minds are
admitted and a charlatan wouldnt last a minute.
Lynch did not profess intellectual prowess. The only books he read were bawdy comic
romps by the writer Tom Sharpe. He was not very knowledgeable, but gently aware of things.
Lynch had recently concluded his relationship with alcohol. He was sitting on a
barstool when a full-bodied ale was placed before him and he had a significant realization
and said, I wish to travel further. He left the ale standing and walked away.
Many barflies questioned their lives that day.
For Dora do was paradise for intellects. For the wise, it was cloud nine. Lynch
thought he would like to check it out. He had read a newspaper once. It was a lot of old
cobblers but just by reading it he got a good sense of the wise. Just by reading a
newspaper he was able to grasp attitudes, reasoning, societys rules and ways and
resolutions. Lynch was wise to the wise.
If Lynch had been a student and gone to college, he would eventually have been likened
to Aristotle. Thats how right for For Dora do he was.
He left his hometown. It was bound to happen. With a place like For Dora do in
the world, there was nothing to hold Lynch back. It took him a while to get to China, but
he got there in time. Lynch was a patient man. He would have waited twenty years if
demanded. He found the mountain of For Dora do and began his ascent. It was a big
Finally, For Dora do. It was quite a palace. Lynch could hear the buzz of many
stimulating conversations inside. There was a lovely light wind in the air. Lynch
didnt think such light winds occurred on such high mountains. He decided to sit down
outside and enjoy the light wind for a moment. He found a most comfortable patch of green
grass gleaming under the noble Chinese sun.
Two days later, Lynch was still sitting outside. He hadnt yet knocked on the door
of For Dora do. He was contemplating his journey through life. There was no time
for For Dora do.
Weeks later, Lynch was still sitting outside. He was hungry. He ate some leaves.
A month later, Lynch was still sitting outside. Inside For Dora do, a monk
saying a prayer at his window noticed Lynch. He opened the window and called out.
Hello, individual. Are you quite all right there? Lynch looked up and
answered, Grand. Yourself?
A year later, Lynch was still sitting outside. Some pilgrims came along. They were
heading for For Dora do. They speculated on Lynchs condition.
For years, Lynch sat outside. He became part of the legend of For Dora do. The
management of For Dora do came out to him one day and they asked, Would you
like to come in? Its really good inside. Im fine, replied
Lynch. This is all I need, just this.
The management accepted his repudiation. They went back inside and went back to their
A boy genius inside For Dora do was fascinated by Lynch. He spent days watching
the lonesome sitter from his window. A cult grew in the palace. The watchers of the
One day, Lynch stood up and went to the door of For Dora do. He started beating
his fists against the door and banging his head against it. Send me out a
woman, he was shouting.