So he wakes up after an unknown amount of time, squelching in the bilgewater of what seems to be a canoe and tied hand and foot. Absurdly, his first thought is that he has missed his appointment with the girl from the theatre. Then he sees that, somehow, he hasn’t, as she is sitting in the bow of the canoe, her face still hidden by the wide brimmed hat. Then he becomes aware of his headache. He looks up at the sun that drills into his throbbing skull, and reckons that they are probably headed upriver. He wonders if anyone is going to send him some chocolate.
Monday, August 18, 2008
The joy of travel
So he wakes up after an unknown amount of time, squelching in the bilgewater of what seems to be a canoe and tied hand and foot. Absurdly, his first thought is that he has missed his appointment with the girl from the theatre. Then he sees that, somehow, he hasn’t, as she is sitting in the bow of the canoe, her face still hidden by the wide brimmed hat. Then he becomes aware of his headache. He looks up at the sun that drills into his throbbing skull, and reckons that they are probably headed upriver. He wonders if anyone is going to send him some chocolate.
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He's kidnapping the girl? I don't think it's clever with that sort of education ("slave girls don't wear the shoes". Enjoy your trip, man.
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