...AND INTO THE SOCIETY OF NATURAL PHILOSOPHERS, this show, ideally, provides a respite from the reiteration of tired tropes which skim, but never penetrate, the epidermis of popular culture. The Gates to the Noosphere must be flung open; the Pathway never detoured or deflected. So... this one's for you, the recondite few. Stop and breathe; listen, for awhile, as it suits you. Preliminary recitations: Blake, then Tennyson. We discuss the Crurotarsalia and another intriguing fossil species, the Smok wawelski. We speak of the incredible flying Yi Qi, or possibly Yi Yi. We, in this case, comprising our multiple selves (the personal pronoun is forbidden at "RV") and none other than Michael J. Peppe! Peppe brings life and liveliness to our usual sour monologue. We talk of the stars and planets and of all things in heaven and earth, and under the earth. "Smok," intriguingly (to us) is the Polish word for Dragon. Perhaps the dragon who usurped Erebor, the Lonely Mountain, may be brought to mind-- his name was "Smaug." Interesting connection? We spoke of our mutual expired friend, "Pedro," whom we will always miss, and how he managed an unknown and unrecorded demise. Much indiscreet gossip, perhaps unfortunately, then follows. We go out on a festive note. But then... It was after his last appearance on our show that on his way home, Mr. Peppe was set upon by low-lifes, beaten and robbed. They took his cell phone. But, yet, he did return!