Richard Britell July 5, 2012
328. I was standing there looking at this quart of oil, and thinking of its strange mute testimony of some unknown persons' love of their car when I heard the Duck saying, "What it boils down to is, you are a car abuser, no getting around it."
329. We put the old quart of oil into the engine; the oil came up to the bottom of the dipstick, and we drove off in search of the hospital. From that moment on, the old car began to insert her two cents into the conversation.
330. I could not hear what the 2cv was saying over the sound of the engine but the Duck, with his more sensitive hearing was able to. Perhaps because she had learned to talk by listening to the conversation of auto mechanics, her comments tended to be coarse and opinionated.
331. Old Buboni continued to rant on in his sick delirium and so we continued along hoping to find a sign that would lead us back to the main road. The Duck, with his ear cocked to the dashboard, made notes of what the car was saying; which turned out to be autobiographical material. Later he transcribed it for me. What follows is the Duck's account of some of the car's important history, complete with his observations.
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