“The most thoroughly and relentlessly Damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all Damned Things is the individual human being. Seventh Trip, or Netzach (the SNAFU Principle) Nothing signed “THE MGT.” would ever be challenged the Midget could always pass himself off as the Management. It was the chains of communication, not the means of production, that determined a social process. It was as he suspected: in a rigid hierarchy, nobody questions orders that seem to come from above, and those at the very top are so isolated from the actual work situation that they never see what is going on below. He came back several times in the next few weeks, and the sign remained. A few moments later, the sign was down and a subtly different one was in its place: Hah!…The following Wednesday, the Midget was back at Norton’s and hiding in a coffee urn when the staff left and locked up. They were trying to reduce us all to predictable units, robots. What! he thought, are the poor girls supposed to pee in their panties if they can’t find a superior? Years of school came back to him (“Please, may I leave the room, sir?”) and rituals which had appeared nonsensical suddenly made sense in a sinister way. He was in Norton’s Emporium, a glorified 5 & 10 ¢ store, when he saw the sign: His first overt act began in Dayton the following Saturday.
He would be a random factor in every equation from this day forward, unto death, it would be civil war: the Midget versus the Digits…. Once and for all, beyond fantasy, in the depth of his soul he declared war on the “statuatory ape,” on law and order, on predictability, on negative entropy. He would have revenge…ĭamn the science of mathematics itself, the line, the square, the average, the whole measurable world that pronounced him a bizarre random factor. It was bad enough to be, by the standards of the gigantic and stupid majority, a freak how much worse to be so named as to remind these big oversized clods of the cinema’s two most famous portrayers of monstro-freaks by the time the Midget was fifteen, he had built up a detestation for ordinary mankind that dwarfed (he hated that word) the relative misanthropies of Paul of Tarsus, Clement of Alexandria, Swift of Dublin and even Robert Putney Drake. The Midget, whose name was Markoff Chaney, was no relative of the famous Chaneys of Hollywood, but people did keep making jokes about that.
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