The tale of a stapler, his two unlikely calligraphic companions, and the journey destined to define a generation — “Do you ever think that there’s something more?” “Damn it. Here goes Gerald again with the needless philosophizing. If you don’t s — ” “Hold on, Rodney, let him speak,” a third voice emerged from across the desk. He had a square, toothy smile atop a long stiff body. Rodney…