Richard Britell June 12, 2012
236. I neglected to mention, Buboni was not with us at breakfast with the Abbot. He was indisposed because of a series of misfortunes that seemed to have attacked him during the night. Something he ate disagreed with him, and he was up over and over again with trips to the bathroom in the dormitory.
237. On his fifth trip to the bathroom there was a commotion at the top of the stairs, and then a sound for a few seconds like someone drying cinder blocks in a clothes drier. The sound, apparently, was Buboni falling down the dormitory stairs. After that he seemed to be able to get some sleep, but in the morning he went off to the Monastery's infirmary.
238. When we were coming out of the shrine Buboni caught up with us, hobbling up with his foot in a cast, and using a crutch. "Look here", he said, accosting the Abbot in an aggressive way, "are you, or anyone else at the Monastery aware of the science of Feng Shui?" Even with his foot in a cast, and being awake half the night, Buboni was going to launch into one of his lectures about art, there was no stopping him.
239. The Duck, getting out his ipad, quickly looked up Feng Shui, but he was unable to come up with anything specific, all he said was, "It is quite complicated, to say the least. "Put simply", said Buboni, barging in, "It is the study of how to arrange things, especially architecture and furniture and such, so that it exerts the greatest possible force for good in one's life. It involves also studying how to avoid certain clumsy, inappropriate arrangements of doors windows, mirrors and or furniture, in order to avoid mishaps and disasters."
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