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As a matter of fact, Zigmoid Bananabread is a close friend of mine. I first met him, by accident, on a cruise aboard the Steamer South Sea !pod bound for the Fagistan Archipelapagos out of Buenos Aires. He approached me as I was lounging on the quarterdeck during a sleetstorm to inquire what I was reading. Since I wasn't reading at the time I determined he was delerious from accute mal du mer and I threw him overboard, evasively, before he vomited all over the place.adicabrady said:Can this book be found & bananas be stopped before they commit genocide on Zoob's people?
The second time I met him was on purpose when I spotted him approaching me with a scimitar in the streets of New Delhi, bent on revenge for the events of our previous meeting. This was several years later, give or take a decade, and I'd forgotten all about it, and bore him no grudge. We've been great pals ever since.
At some point around this time Zigmoid lost his head in a scimitar accident in New Delhi and now suffers from that mysterious neurological condition known as Phantom Head Syndrome. He is convinced he can still feel his lost head and frequently complains of terrible headaches. Additionally he claims he can feel it when you put your hand in the vicinity of the missing body part, and he must take pains to avoid bumping the phantom head against tree limbs and swing sets. Harder to believe are his claims he can still think with the absent head, but, uncanny as it seems I tested him and found he was able to do simple addition and subtraction, as well as a few more complex cognitive tasks. "I don't know how to explain it" he said to me once, "It just feels like it's still there."
Contrast this with the case of Arthur F., an electrician and weekend ghosthunter, whose Phantom Limbs were severed from his body in a scimitar fight with a ghost. Now, though he appears to any onlooker to be completely whole, he is completely unable to experience sensations of pins and needles or other phantom pains in his bodily arms or legs. Relegated to being completely corporeal he bemoans the days when he could touch and wrestle with ghosts, pookas, and other phantoms, and has nothing but a life of an ordinary electrician to look forward to.
Are there any loose ends?