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BLOWBRIDGE

Ask not for whom the bridge blows... it blows for thee

The Bridges of Madison County is a classic love story by Robert James Waller. For Whom the Bell Tolls is a book about blowing up fascists and their bridges and then sometimes having sex with a spanish girl by Ernest Hemingway. I wanted to transcribe both of them for unbooks so that their timeless beauty might live on if all books were burned or something. Unfortunately I did both at the same time while on some hard drugs and the result was this.

Its a horribly humourless affair unless you're familiar with both books or (more likely) their respective movies. For that reason I deem it unfit for the average uncyclopedian since the average uncyclopedian reads, well, uncyclopedia.

edit Chapter 1: Robert Kincaid Jordan's mission

Robert Kincaid walked into the office. He had just gotten back from Spain and was eager to take on a new assignment. Without any sign of one he soon settled into simply reading For Whom The Bell Tolls. In retrospect it might have gone to his head, as his boss was to find. He then pulled a wild green bananna out of his arse and yells give me back my family

Cquote1 Robert! We need to do an expose on the bridges of a small county in Iowa. This is very important to... Are you listening? Cquote2
Cquote1 Yeah yeah... Do a bridge in a rural area... Cquote2
Cquote1 This'll be a hard assignment, but it's very important to national geographic-- Cquote2
Cquote1 Nationalists? Damn them! I'll do it general Golz, I'll blow this bridge for you! Cquote2
Cquote1 Wait! What are you on about? There's more. Cquote2
Cquote1 No. Don't tell me anymore. If they were to torture me I dont want to be able to tell them anything. Cquote2
Cquote1 Kincaid! Damn it what are you on about? Cquote2
Cquote1 Kincaid? No no... My name is Robert Jordan. I'm a dynamiter!" Robert Kincaid Jordan strode through the door, dead set on blowing this bridge. His boss meanwhile was coptemplating how best to get exclusive photos of the terrorist attack he had just helped to instigate. Robert Jordan was not thinking of this though. He had to keep his mind on the job. It would be a hard job. The guerillas who lived in the hills were sparse and not very well trained, and the bridge was deep inside fascist territory Cquote2

The orders were impossible. But no, he could not say that. If orders could be impossible wars would never be won. He would make it possible. He would blow the bridges of Madison County! He was certain of it. "This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime," he told himself.}}

edit Chapter 2: Francesca

When he reached the guerillas mountain hideaway it was a farmhouse. The only guerilla present was a spanish girl named Francesca. She had been taken by the nationalists. She claimed she still belonged to one of them in a way, a fascist named Richard Johnson. Robert decided to take her. Several times in the short period they had before he would have to blow the bridge.

edit Chapter 3: Robert Kincaid Jordan is buggered

It was just after he told Francesca about his plans, and about having to call her Maria from now on, that his detonator disappeared. He went to a cafe to try to find some absinthe, but instead saw the townspeople talking about fascist movements to reinforce the position. The nationalist geographics knew about the attack! He tried to call Francesca to tell her that she could back out if she wanted to, but it was too late.

He knew he was buggered now. He'd been buggered from the start but now he really was. No that was no way to think. He would have to work with the people he had and blow the bridge with an improvised detonator.

He sent Francesca Maria to patrol and then went to blow the bridge. He rigged up an explosive with some stuff he stole from Richard's tractor.

Francesca Maria pleaded with him to stop. "Robert, please. You don't understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops putting bombs on bridges."

She knew what was coming but there was nothing she could do to stop it.

edit Chapter 4: your bridge asplode

Robert Jordan blew the bridge well. There was no way the nationalist geographics (or FrancescaMaria's husband) could rebuild it or send troops over the pass. Or was there? The guardia civille were coming in their blue uniforms. Robert Jordan picked up his gun and viewed the enemy through the sights, aiming at the badges over their hearts.

Meanwhile a police captain stared back from down the road with his gun trained on this terrorist aiming a camera at him. "It could be another bomb" he thought. And they both prepared to shoot.

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