Capt. Futvoye Halfnight, F.R.S. considered his puttees. A fleet eland had given its all in their manufacture yet he was not happy with them. His puttees were a fine suede, unborn oryx, skinned alive in its mother’s womb, their extreme softness achieved by a vigorous rubbing with placental blood. This was a native practice which the captain deplored, but it did produce a grand puttee of an optimistic fawn color.
Capt. Futvoye Halfnight, F.R.S. popped his dropped eye into its socket. “Ahh.” What he saw ahead was not reassuring. “Ohh...”
A great gnarly man was leaning against a tree and staring at him. He was naked but for the skin of a tiger which he wore nonchalantly over one shoulder. “You pilgrims should carry rearview mirrors. You leave an inventory of lost lesions and dropped appendages all over the landscape,” said the man.
The divine person is a source of danger as well as of blessing; he must not only be guarded, he must also be guarded against... thus, the practice of putting kings to death either at the end of a fixed term or whenever their health or strength began to fail.
―Sir James George Frazer, The Golden Bough
coming in 2010
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