I think, were I a girl instead of a boy, I might wish that this sort of thing actually happened. I could, or rather, should say, that something very close to it happened to myself, though I will admit there wasn't really any trying on of shoes so much as activities which have been euphamized into something about wild stallions on beaches (though ( Read more... )

After leaving Milliways, I wandered for a while. Despite being a lame man with little fiscal means, you’d be amazed at how skilled I am at wandering. The woodman’s skills I’d learned as a boy came back into play once again as I lived largely off of the land (and occasionally off of a fat merchant’s purse, should he be so careless as to leave it ( Read more... )