is a fine day," I said. "What are you
doing with a lamb in the white morning?"
"I can give you a question as good as that,"
he responded. "Can you notify me of the meaning
of a Bulbul?"
"What would you say a Bulbul is?"
This conundrum did not interest me but I pretended
to rack my brains and screwed my face in perplexity
until Ifelt it half the size it should be.
"Not one of those ladies who take money?"
"Not the brass knobs on a German steam organ?"
"Not the knobs."
"Nothing to do with the independence of America
"A mechanical engine for winding clocks?"
"A tumor, or the lather in a cow's mouth,
or those elastic articles that ladies wear?"
"Not them by a long chalk."
"Not an eastern instrument played by Arabs?"
He clapped his hands.
"Not that but very near it," he smiled,
"something next door to it. You are a cordial
intelligible man. A Bulbul is an Austrian rockband.
what do you think of that now?"
O'Brien / The Third Policeman)