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5.12.08

Return to the Wilderness

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Stumbling through the ruins of Tell Tǔm. Mahalath complains about how extinct civilizations are littering the place as much as living civilizations and that you can’t go anywhere anymore without tripping over the remnants of some nation who could have done better.

We pause for a moment to raise our bowls of Juan’s Special Reserve, and offer toast after toast to the unforgotten people of this place, whoever they were, and drink to the memory of everyone who lived here, whenever that was, and hope that they will be remembered for their memorable deeds, whatever they might have been, and their empire, whatever it was called, will remain forever, an example of a mighty nation that did everlastingly memorable things, whatever they were. Now, forgetting the pile of broken old rocks, singing, cheering, and reciting rude Latin limericks, we totter on over the wild land, shouting with excitement, eating random vegetation and enjoying the beautiful flowers of Palestine.


Professor Humperdink’s Diary