Whale-dicked Dick Clark
sits in the ejector seat,
ejects beluga for me to eat.
That was all, but it seemed that a great mystery had been revealed, and I spent the rest of the night considering its implications. Dick Clark was a whale, sitting in the ejector seat of himself. He would die against his own glass like Goose did! He would break his neck against the ceiling of his own body! But he would also live on, because I ate his beluga. Not the caviar--but the beluga that makes beluga beluga! The thingness of the whale! The thingness of the whale who calls himself Dick Clark!
It seemed so clear at the time.