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Chameleon Dress Tips

        started throwing those things at him. Then it got really crazy, and I
        didn’t see much of what was going on.”
          “Executing  a  strategic  retreat,  I  expect.”  Anita  smiled,  with  her
        mouth only.
          “Well,  I’m  trying  to  give  you  a  firsthand  account  of  what
        happened. But everybody knows the rest of it from the newspapers.
        Not only were several art critics there from the dailies, but this mob
        had a few reporters with them, too. It turns out that Frisko had taken
        this chameleon thing to a whole new level. At the same time he was
        selling his limited edition at big bucks to the upper-class collectors,
        he was also mass-marketing the things to kids in a low-rent chain of
        toy stores. The material they were made of was a very inexpensive
        grade  of  plastic,  not  the  allegedly  rare  and  precious  substance  he
        called  meliorite—which  doesn’t  exist.  So  he was really  putting  one
        over on the folks who paid twenty thousand each! But it was even
        more brilliant than that.”
          “How?”
          “The shape of the chameleon, when viewed from above, was like
        the numeral six, because the tail curled back to the body. Frisko had
        packaged  the  toy  version  with  three  chameleons  in  a  row,  so  they
        formed the number six-six-six—anathema to all good Christians, as
        you know.”
          Anita nodded.  “Right: the number of the beast, the Antichrist’s
        password,  the  area  code  of  the  devil.  But  that  could  have  been  a
        coincidence.”
          “Not a chance. The name of the product, ‘Chameleon Dress Tips,’
        is  an  anagram  of  ‘Demons  Please  Christ.’  Now  the  average  semi-
        literate  purchaser  of  toys  is  not  going  to  figure  that  one  out  in  a
        hurry, but the mob was organized and the press were tipped off by
        some  itinerant  evangelist,  who  could  not  be  found  later.  Anyway,
        they were howling for Frisko’s blood. And it didn’t take long for the
        upmarket  crowd  to  join  the  chorus,  demanding  their  money  back.
        Chameleons were free for the taking at that point.”
          “But what happened to Frisko?”
          “Well,  for  a  couple  of  days  he  laid  low,  giving  interviews  by
        telephone to a few journalists. For some reason he denied setting up
        the whole thing as a sort of ‘happening’ designed to ridicule the art
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