This is the cover of the legendary original manuscript of the Moonpie Chronicles. This thing has been floating around since 1976. Vance did the cover art. In case you can't tell, the two "o"s in "Moonpie" are supposed to be breasts. I felt like I should have been handling it with special archival cotton gloves.
Right now I'm just shooting photos of it. My plan is to eventually scan everything and then, one I post a scanned page, I'll also type out the text and then the various members of the committee can comment and shit like that.
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Oh Lord, we beseach thee, "Who wrote Moonpie?" The one in the braces, he did it. "Right, we'll be chargeing him too."
ReplyDeleteARTHUR:
ReplyDeleteYes, of course! The Moonpie Chronicles! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up The Moonpie Chronicles!
MONKS: [chanting]
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
ARTHUR:
How does it, um-- how does it work?
LAUNCELOT:
I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR:
Consult the Book of Armaments!
BROTHER MAYNARD:
Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
SECOND BROTHER:
And Saint Attila raised the The Moonpie Chronicles up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy Moonpie Chronicles that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD:
Skip a bit, Brother.
SECOND BROTHER:
And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy The Moonpie Chronicles towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
MAYNARD:
Amen.
KNIGHTS:
Amen.
Dare I gaze upon said libra through eyes of age. Might a casual glance render mine sight to darkness, pray tell. In its bossom lie the secrets of the age, THE AGE OF STONERS! But I digress, who were these men of colorful fancy and whimmsy? I dare say they were no ordinary cast but of a strange linage not known of this region. Rick of Antioch, from the darkest forests in the north and Vancelot sailed to this land across the desert sands. (wait a minute, how did he do that?). Together there was no foe they feared, no woman left untouched and they ate at a coffee shops. Rick of Antioch navigated this world several times and came with tales from these lands. Vancelot would set sail and then remember that he forgot the cooler would almost always change coarse to ports of beer. Together, then seperated and then together again, then....you get the idea. Now, for a short time, all shall be revieled in MOONPIE. Mighten this fleet message find you fit and quick. Later dude.
ReplyDeleteDude! I saw that movie! Rutger Hauer and Goldie Hawn!
ReplyDeleteSo here was the monstrous secret, ejected from its lurking place into public view, in all its horrible deformity. The Moonpie was out; but not so the bosom serpent.
ReplyDeleteHe, if it were anything but a delusion, still lay coiled in his living den.
The empiric's cure had been a sham, the effect, it was supposed, of some stupefying drug which more nearly caused the death of the patient than of the odious reptile that possessed him.