Klaus To put it another way, he took a teaching job in a special needs class and gave them Finnegan's Wake as a reading assignment.
Amorim walked into the great, stony and filthy hall of a temple adorned by images of an angry, red-faced deity, and seeing the place overrun by savage baboons, drew his rifle up to his shoulder.
The place was a charnel house. One of the baboons must have killed a circus clown with an antique pistol abandoned by a Nazi adventurer, Amorim decided. It seemed then the whole tribe had turned on itself, perhaps divided over who would possess the clown's remains.
All of the baboons were now engaged in a chaotic pitched battle across the expansive, mildewed flagstones of the temple, bashing each other to death with both human and baboon leg bones—many of which Amorim could see were still adorned with partially decomposed flesh and even what appeared to be bite wounds.
As Amorim gazed on, the baboons continued this orgiastic bloodshed, oblivious to his arrival.
Suddenly he spied an old man in the corner, wearing an emergency poncho that obscured his form. This shapeless, but undeniably geriatric figure was heard to mutter furiously "They're in the walls now ... they've gotten all the way into the walls! I'm not paying for any of this." He then silently withdrew into one of the temple hall's many shadowy alcoves.
Baring his teeth, Amorim cracked the butt of his rifle on the floor and declared: "All you baboons! I know this tribe. I know what it means to lead this tribe. I understand what your tribe needs."
Sorry: just wanted to produce a fairer extended metaphor for how things are going at United.
