Between Lawrence and Garland
T.E. Lawrence was never affected by the heat. He wore the clothing suitable for the area, white and nomadic and didn’t break a sweat. Harry knew. He had seen the film twenty times if not more.
Likewise Harry wasn’t affected by the heat on this island, either. No matter how different it was from the English weather, temperature and humidity. He wore his plain white shirts and light stripes, his trousers and his leather shoes and didn’t seem the least bit concerned with the air. Behind his back it was sometimes said that he couldn’t possibly suffer from a sun-stroke because he was mad already. It was best that those assumptions remained behind his back.
This weather, however, was scorching even to him. So, he sought refuge in the compound. He walked into what he was told was the rec room. Thought he might try it out a bit. Apparently it had a magic bookshelf that gave one whatever book one wanted to have, which could be interesting.
He looked around and his eye came across a jukebox. When he did the machine started playing When the Sun Comes Out, sung by Judy Garland.
Harry smiled. Well, this wasn’t such a bad place after all.
Likewise Harry wasn’t affected by the heat on this island, either. No matter how different it was from the English weather, temperature and humidity. He wore his plain white shirts and light stripes, his trousers and his leather shoes and didn’t seem the least bit concerned with the air. Behind his back it was sometimes said that he couldn’t possibly suffer from a sun-stroke because he was mad already. It was best that those assumptions remained behind his back.
This weather, however, was scorching even to him. So, he sought refuge in the compound. He walked into what he was told was the rec room. Thought he might try it out a bit. Apparently it had a magic bookshelf that gave one whatever book one wanted to have, which could be interesting.
He looked around and his eye came across a jukebox. When he did the machine started playing When the Sun Comes Out, sung by Judy Garland.
Harry smiled. Well, this wasn’t such a bad place after all.