voice is not like yours; only hope that his words are honest (as far as they may be), and his heart humble and thankful.
The End
Chapter 1 John and the Author
WHEN I told John that I intended to write his biography, he Colorado Rapids Drakt laughed. “My dear man!” he said, “But of course it was inevitable.” The word “man” on John’s lips was often equivalent to “fool.”
“Well,” I protested, “a cat may look at a king.”
He replied, “Yes, but can it really see Canada Goose Dame Whistler Parka the king? Can you, puss, really see me?”
This from a queer child to a full-grown man.
John was right. Though I had known him since he was a baby, and was in a sense intimate with him, I knew almost nothing of Parajumpers Herr Right Hand the inner, the real John. To this day I know little but the amazing facts of his career. I know that he never walked till he was six, that before he was ten he committed several burglaries and killed a policeman, that at eighteen, when he still looked a young boy, he founded his preposterous colony in the South Seas, and that at twenty-three, in appearance but little altered, he outwitted the six warships that six Great Powers had sent to seize him. I know also how John and all his followers died.
Such facts I know; and even at the risk of destruction by one or other of the six Great Powers, I Belstaff Knockhill Takit Suomi shall tell the world all that I can remember.
Something else I know, which will be very difficult to explain. In Sapper Waxed Takki Suomi a confused way I know why he founded his colony. I know too that although he gave his whole energy to this task, Dame Moncler Jakker Safran he never seriously expected to succeed. He was convinced that sooner or later the world would find him out and destroy his work. “Our chance,” he once said, “is not as much Kanadanhanhi Brookvale Hoody Suomi as one in a million.” And then he laughed.
John’s laugh was strangely disturbing. It was a low, rapid, crisp chuckle. It reminded me of that whispered crackling prelude which sometimes precedes a really great crash of thunder. But no thunder followed it, only a moment’s silence; and for his hearers an odd tingling of the scalp. |
