I recently bought a brand-new Philips Norelco Aquatec electric shaver. It is a beautiful black, silver, and red machine The old one just finally gave up. This new one has a "life-time guarantee" which doesn't mean much, since I have traveled a little over seventy-four times around the sun. (However, I'll take the guarantee as a vote of confidence.)
The story I wish to tell is one of discovery through the "eyes" of my Norelco shaver. I should explain that, throughout what you might choose to read, the word O'Cleron appears. O'Cleron is simply Norelco spelled backward.
But, I must move on and tell the tale, for as Eugene Ionesco (1909-1994) is quoted to have said: Over-explanation separates us from astonishment. What follows is a strangely intimate, yet astonishing account. And- it recurs often . . .
* * * * * * Part One
Little Norelco realized he simply needed to disguise his name. There was no question about it. His ensuing journey has to be one that absolutely no one would ever discover that he had undertaken.
Hence, it came to be that Little Norelco, took on a new name.
He renamed himself.
O'Cleron.
His escapade would require a healthy dose of spizzerinctum to be truly successful. And spizzerinctum was something O'Cleron possessed from early on. His creators took note of his guts, nerve, backbone, verve, and zeal from the very first. In fact, he was almost assigned the name Spizzer when he came to life on the factory assembly-line.
But now . . . to O'Cleron's journey of his lifetime.
With his sleek form newly re-charged, he was more than ready for whatever might lay ahead. And, O'Cleron was up to it. How his naive curiosity would come to serve him, is just part of the story.
Thus begins the journey of his lifetime.
With his brand-new, fully-charged battery - O'Cleron whirred and whirred inside the closed drawer. The vibration was too much . . . and the drawer opened just enough for Little Norelco (oops! O'Cleron)
to jump out and tumble to the floor. Lucky that a soft rug broke his fall. As luck would have it, he unfortunately fell directly on his switch and his whirring came to an end. But, not before the sound attracted the curiosity of Pixie and Maggie, the resident cats.
Initially, the cats tentatively pawed away at their newly found toy. Then one of them gave it an exploratory nip. The bite was just hard enough and at the precise point, to trigger O'Cleron back to life! That spooked the felines and they skittered away and hid. All the buzzing attracted one of the two-legged inhabitants who came, retrieved O'Cleron, and turned him off.
Peace and quiet again . . . but not for long.
O'Cleron felt himself being taken out of the drawer, hoisted to a considerable height, and then . . . turned on.
His journey continued! (end of Part I)
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