It’s ironic, really, that I find myself here. I’m not complaining. I’m sure Darwin had no idea what his trip on the Beagle would mean. Still…it’s a little embarrassing. But the truth will out.
A man I knew died of cancer, after they had cut off half his jaw. His friend said it was because he swallowed ideas that were poisonous; he couldn’t spit them out.
How can you tell what’s in the bottle when they paint it blue?
2 comments:
Lord, you are prolific, Charmi.
I always thought if somebody wrote
a historical book and called some boat in it The Beagle nobody'd believe it for a second, but no one got a chance to try it since it's in the record.
I picture a trademark stamped onto the boat resembling Snoopy.
The fact of the matter is, I get a little bored reading all those transcripts and you know that's not good. For some reason I always think of Snoopy, too.
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