[Leica] weird wednesday: the domestic momentum of lorne greene

[leicaslacker at gmail.com (kyle cassidy on the LUG)]

"Sir John is lost!" he said, "lost in the ice! His ship is crushed to 
match-sticks by this time, they're all frozen."  She knew he was telling the 
truth, she'd seen the rescue ships returning, coming back into the harbor at 
night, their crews, frostbitten and demoralized limping off, hiding in the 
filthy bars and back alleys. No one would speak of Sir John Franklin -- not 
any of the ones who'd returned. No doubt they lost their courage before the 
ice got thick, turned around at the first narwal attack, the first snowball 
thrown by an Esquimaux child. No, Sir John was lost and she new it. But she 
smiled anyway.


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